Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
Issue 22 - 1992
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Coe Review • <strong>Issue</strong> <strong>22</strong><br />
to racial shame with Jenny, and she turned to Thorn and said dryly,<br />
“Jenny is his girlfriend.”<br />
“Oh,” said Thorn, knowing enough from Marisa’s tone to<br />
take on an air of distaste, although she did not yet know Jenny’s sin.<br />
“And,” grinned Marisa, screwing her voice into a cheerful<br />
singsong, “She’s going to look really gross by the time she’s forty!”<br />
I laughed, but as I recall my laugh now it seems to have been<br />
a somewhat insincere, wooden laugh, my empire of humor already<br />
riddled with termites, and Marisa moved in for the kill, saying, “I’m<br />
warning you, Bill, dump her while you’ve still got the chance!” - and<br />
to Thorn she explained my shameful secret, in the parentheses used<br />
by two people speaking of a third’s terminal disease: “(She’s<br />
Oriental.)”<br />
“I’ll pass that on to her,” I said, still laughing in my loud<br />
insincere way, and Marisa said rapidly and coolly, “You do that, Bill.<br />
You just do that.”<br />
8<br />
I had a party, for which Jenny made artichoke dip, kahlua<br />
cake, sweet- and-sour chicken and a variety of other foods, abetted<br />
by her housemate, Margaret; and Marisa and Thorn were invited.<br />
Most of the other guests were Jenny’s Korean friends. When Marisa<br />
came in, she cried out, “Hey, Bill, I brought you a present. We were<br />
at the St. John’s Grill, and we stole you this ashtray fair and square!”,<br />
and I was touched and thanked Marisa with a big hug, but Jenny’s<br />
friends contracted, and I took Marisa and Thorn into my bedroom,<br />
away from the drinks, and closed the door so that we could shoot my<br />
airgun, and the girls laughed at the target and yelled, “That’s<br />
Cougar’s head! - That’s Rona’s face! I’m going to kill that slut!”, and<br />
Marisa shouted, “KEE-lore!” - meaning, “KILLER!” Thorn and<br />
Marisa mainly stayed in the kitchen after that, helping Margaret mix<br />
up drinks, since this affair was a little quieter than the skinhead<br />
parties which often started in early afternoon when you pulled your<br />
boots on and buttoned up your black jacket nice and tight and took<br />
the bus down to the Tenderloin or the Fillmore where you knocked<br />
on the door of a garage and two beefy Skinz looked you over and<br />
took a dollar for beer and one of them stamped your hand with a<br />
dinosaur stamp to verify that you had paid, allowing you to go on<br />
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