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Tales of the City 05 - Significant Others

Tales of the City 05 - Significant Others

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Autoren: Armistead Maupin
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did plan something. She invited us to lunch.” DeDe reached over and turned off the light.
    “And now you’re feeling guilty as hell.”
    “No I’m not.”
    D’or paused. “Of course, we could always bring her along,”
    DeDe flipped on the light. “What?”
    “Sure. Gettin’ down with her sisters … tits to the wind. She’d like that.”
    DeDe turned off the light again.
    D’or kept at it. “Turkey baster study groups, S and M workshops …”
    “Shut up, D’or.”
    Her lover chuckled throatily and snuggled closer, hooking her leg around DeDe’s. “It’s gonna be great, hon. I can hardly wait.”
    DeDe said: “We don’t have to go topless, do we?”
    Another chuckle.
    “Don’t laugh. I think we should discuss it.”
    “O.K.,” said D’or. “Discuss.”
    “Well … whatever we decide, I think we should be consistent.”
    “Meaning?”
    “That we either both do it, or … you know … both don’t do it.”
    “Maybe,” said D’or, “if we both bared one breast …”
    “Ha ha,” said DeDe.
    “Well, gimme a break.”
    DeDe paused. “I just think it would be disorienting for the children, that’s all.”
    “What are you talking about? The kids’ve seen us naked plenty of times.”
    “I know, but … if one of us goes topless and the other one doesn’t …”
    “What you’re saying is … you plan to keep your shirt on, and you want me to do the same.”
    “O.K.,” said DeDe. “Yes.”
    “Why?”
    DeDe hesitated. “We don’t … well, we don’t need to prove anything, that’s all.”
    “Who’s proving anything?” said D’or. “It feels good. What’s the big deal? You went topless all over the place in Cabo last summer.”
    “That was different. It was secluded.”
    “This is secluded.”
    “Hundreds of people, D’or. That is not secluded.”
    “Well, they’re all women, for God’s sake.”
    “Exactly,” said DeDe.
    “What are you talking about?” asked D’or.
    She was talking about jealousy, of course, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it.

Something for Jed
    T HE DEFLORATION OF HIS NEPHEW BECAME BRIAN’S PET project. After reviewing half a dozen candidates for the job, he narrowed it down to Jennifer Rabinowitz and Geordie Davies, two Golden Oldies from his personal Top Forty. Jennifer, it turned out, was in Nebraska visiting her brother, so the honor fell by default to Geordie.
    Geordie was thirty and lived alone in a garden apartment near the southern gate of the Presidio. They had met one night at Serramonte Mall while buying software for their Macintoshes. Feverish with lust, they had babbled clumsily about Macpaint and Macdraw before beating a hasty retreat to the parking lot. He’d followed her home in his Jeep.
    Since that night—two, almost three years ago—he’d visited her cottage less than a dozen times. Neither her lover nor his wife had intruded on their lovemaking, which was refreshingly devoid of romance. Geordie was a true bachelor girl, who liked her life exactly the way it was.
    The problem, of course, was how to set it up without scaring Jed off, but Geordie would probably have a few ideas of her own. When he called her cottage in midafternoon, he got her answering machine, which surprised him with its minimalist instruction to “leave your name and number at the tone.” Usually her tapes featured barking dogs or old Shirelles tunes or her own unfunny impersonation of a Valley Girl.
    His guess was that she was home auditioning callers, so he used his manliest tone of voice when he left his name and number. It didn’t work, or she was out. You never knew for sure with Geordie.
    By evening, he had decided to make his request in person. The scheme might not seem as cold-blooded if there was eye contact involved. “Do me a favor and fuck my nephew” wouldn’t quite cut it on the telephone.
    After dinner, he told Mary Ann he was going down to Barbary Lane to visit Jed.
    She looked up from her homework, a book about scalp reduction, the subject of tomorrow’s show. “Don’t let her corner you,” she said.
    He didn’t get it.
    “Mrs. Madrigal,” she explained. “She’s obsessed with those steps. It’s sweet, but it’s a hopeless cause. Hasn’t she told you about it?”
    “Oh, yeah … she mentioned it.”
    “Personally,” said Mary Ann, “I think she gets off on being colorful.”
    “I like the steps,” he said ineffectually.
    “Well, so do I, but they’re lethal. And the city isn’t about to build

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