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Don’t you think that’s about the strangest thing you ever heard?”
    â€œHeard stranger,” said Sailor. “But she’s a case.”
    Lula clucked her tongue. “And then, later on? After the Armisteads had left? Bobby said Drusilla was the first real Mississippi belle he’d ever met.”
    On The Dating Game a cute blond girl in a short white dress was standing and giggling and hugging a tall cute guy who had lots of dark hair.
    â€œSo what’s happenin’?” Lula asked.
    â€œThis couple’s goin’ on a date to Hawaii,” said Sailor. “The girl chose him over two other guys.”
    â€œDon’t the reject guys get anythin’?”

    â€œGift certificates to Kentucky Fried Chicken,” Sailor said.
    â€œThat don’t seem fair,” said Lula.
    â€œHell, why should The Datin’ Game be different from real life?” asked Sailor. “At least them boys is gonna get somethin’ to eat.”

THE DIFFERENCE
    â€œI’m not sure what to do about Mama.”
    Lula was sitting on the edge of the bathtub smoking a More while Sailor stood in front of the sink, shaving.
    â€œWhat can you do?” said Sailor. “She’s been your mama for twenty years and change now. You know she ain’t about to change her ways at this late date.”
    Lula was looking up at the back of Sailor’s head, admiring his curly chestnut hair.
    â€œHoney?” she said. “I sure am glad that prison haircut is on its way to growin’ out. Gives me somethin’ to grab hold of while we’re makin’ love.”
    Sailor laughed. “When I was twelve there was a girl lived next door named Bunny Sweet who was a couple or three years older than me. Bunny loved an old hit record, ‘Party Doll’ by Buddy Knox, and she used to go around singin’ it all the time, especially the part where he says, ‘run my fingers through your har.’ That’s how he says it, ‘har’ not ‘hair.’ One day Bunny and two friends of hers came up to me and asked if they could run their fingers through my har, like in the song. They liked that it was so long and wavy. These girls were kind of the bad girls in the neighborhood. Hung out with the local hard asses, guys older than them. They were real sexy, you know? So, sure, I told ’em, go ahead. They formed a circle around me and Bunny slid her long, purple nails into my hair, and then her friends did it, too.”
    â€œWhat’d they say when they did it?”
    â€œSomethin’ like, ‘Ooh, baby, it’s so soft!’ I remember the tobacco stains on their fingers, the way they smelled from Florida Water and cigarettes. I thought about their hands, that they’d jacked guys off and stuck ’em in their own pussies. I had a hard time standin’ still. When they finished they sniffed their fingers, rubbed ’em together and wiped ’em off on their skirts. It got me real excited.”
    â€œYou never done nothin’ more with ’em?” asked Lula. She flicked the ash off her cigarette into the tub.

    â€œNot with those girls, I didn’t,” said Sailor. “It wasn’t much after that time, though, that I went with a buddy to a party at some girl’s house I didn’t know. We got into a game of spin the bottle and I wound up goin’ into a back room with a very proper-lookin’, pretty little blond girl wearin’ a blue-checked dress. We were supposed to just kiss once and come back out, but it didn’t happen that way at all. She had shiny red bee lips and we really got into it, takin’ our time and usin’ our tongues.”
    Lula laughed. “That’s hell o’ raw for twelve years old,” she said.
    â€œIt was a surprise, too,” said Sailor. “For me, anyway. ’Specially from this straight-lookin’ chick I ain’t never seen before. So after about three