And I had seen myself in the mirror, a short glance really. It was all I could handle. I looked like I’d died and come back for a short visit. Blonde Medusa. Mmmmm. But still, I was calmer.
“Oh, really?” I looked at him. “Why do you want to thank me?” I knew why. I had been to the bathroom.
“Oh, we had quite a night. Or, uh, really, you had quite a night, and I watched.”
"How can one person do what I know we did last night, together?”
“Uh, yeah, well, we both wanted to do that”. I felt the heat rise in my face, spurred on by the pain pulsing through my eye sockets.
Cross must have seen my face change. He held his hand up.
“No, I mean it, we both wanted that…” I waited for it. Cross was a lover of the long pause, and I didn’t feel good enough to hurry him along.
“No, no…I’m talking about the Dance of the Seven Veils you performed for me last night. In the bar.” There it was. It was out there now. I wanted to cry and I wanted to leave, but I needed to know all of it.
“What does that mean? I want to know – NOW – what that really means?”
“Well, that was the wildest dancing I have ever seen. I mean, man, I was loving it. Really something, with you rubbing up against me…”
“Dressed?” I needed to know exactly what the hell he meant by the seven veils bit.
"What – oh – yeah, dressed. Absolutely! Until we got home a little later, you know.”
Cross was propped up now, on one elbow, watching me from the bed. I stood beside him, beside his bed, dressed in his dirty white T-shirt, in the quiet of the sleeping party house. It was the quietest moment I’d ever had there. The quiet was loud, like the roaring quiet in your ears after leaving a room full of throbbing, deafening music.
"I have to know..."
He smiled; I felt my anger rising. "Well," he said, "it started with a slow waltz. Then the seven veils. Then..." I had to wait while he flossed his teeth. "Then we did the macarena. When we got back here, we did a jitterbug, then..." He popped out to lube his car. "Then the hokey pokey. Do you want to know what I put in first?"
What I really wanted to know was what he put in last; but as I saw him grabbing a brush and a gallon of paint, I knew I'd have to wait for the answer.
Dialogue: Robin Sinnott.....The Next Line: ril