“I wasn’t going to be his pimp—and I wasn’t going to sit in that bar while they laid together in one of deLong’s rooms, either. I went to another bar a couple blocks away and got myself a beer. I sat at a table by myself. There were other people in the place, laughing and talking—some of them dancing—but I didn’t pay them any mind. I was thinking about Bonbon and Pauline, and I was thinking about Marcus and Louise. And I thought to myself it was the Old Man. He created them. He didn’t create the... situation because He knew all the time they would do that themselves. He created them and created me and said, “All right, that’ll be your hell. Look after them.” “Why me?” I probably said. “Why me? I like doing just what they like doing. Why do I have to give it up and—” “Shut up,” He probably said. But maybe it didn’t happen like that at all. Maybe He didn’t care how it went. He had stopped caring long ago. He didn’t even shake his head any more when He saw them doing something they didn’t have any business doing.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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