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6 Jack Fritscher

twelve and bleached my hair blond for my coming-out party in the toilet
at the local park.”
“Bleached?”
“Mister Man, one thing you better learn before you get any older is
there is no such animal as a real, honest-to-God, true blond. Well, there’s
a few natural blonds, but most of us are fakes, frauds, phonies. Disguis-
ing the goods. Like you big bad men cinching in your guts with leather
corsets—excuse me, belts.”
“Look again, dirtbag,” Ryan pulled up his tee shirt, revealing his flat
belly.
Evan-Eddie cooed. “Meet me tonight. Ten-ish. Backroom. Jaguar
Bookstore.”
Ryan straightened his fuck-finger. “Wanna play Chinatown.” He
threatened to stick his finger nail-deep up Evan-Eddie’s left nostril.
“You’d be easy to recognize, sissy boy, with no nose.” He pushed the boy
away.
Margaret Mary squealed with delight into the phone. “Thanks. Ciao.
Good-bye.” She dropped the receiver into its cradle and paraded her drip-
ping, naked body as imperious as Isadora Duncan toward her brother.
“Kelsey got the Palms to extend my run. She’s such a good agent.”
“Congratulations,” Ryan said.
“Kisses on your opening...again,” Evan-Eddie said. He kissed his fin-
gers, looking hard at Ryan, and planted them in Margaret Mary’s crotch.
“Let’s get out of here,” Ryan said.
“But I’m having,” the twinkie blond moved in on Ryan, “such a good
time.”
“Not you, shit-for-brains. Her!”
“I didn’t want to go out with you anyway. You’re so tall, dark, and
balding.”
“Evan-Eddie,” Margaret Mary said, commanding as Kweenasheba,
“go sit on something long and thick. Leave this man alone.”
“Oh, so now he’s a man and I’m not?”
“I love you, Evan-Eddie. Don’t push me.”
“Yes, my sweet dominant mistress.”
“Really, E-E. Don’t be such an ass.” She pecked him on the cheek.
“Will you be a dear and clean up the bathroom for me? My big brother’s
taking me out.”
“Dear heart,” Eddie said, “what movie will people think you are? But,
of course! Ryan’s Daughter.”
“E-E?” she said. “Eat shit and die. Come on, Ry. Let’s go.”

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