I'm sorry. Really, I don't know what to do.

You can go fuck women is what you can do. I know how important jewelry can be, and the headaches that a naked finger can inspire.

This just isn't right. It doesn't work like this.

In fact, that looks something like a tan line on your finger. You two together already? Go down to the Bahamas, did you? Maybe Hawaii? How wonderful.

It's not what you think. I burned my hand on the stove. You know that. I wouldn't lie.

Honeymoon suite for the new couple, I imagine. Man and woman, just like it's supposed to be. Did you keep the dolls from the wedding cake? Perfect and solid and fucking stone. I agree with you, why let us faggots ruin all that?

Stop it, you knew what I wanted from the beginning. It's something you can't offer.

You mean it's something we can't offer, don't you? We, the fucking queers with our disgusting lifestyles. Sex with strangers, right? No wives or husbands. Well, don't worry anymore.

No, I guess I won't.



She is lovely, by the way, you fucking monster. She sipped her coffee with her tiny hands. A cafe latte, precious little drink. Burnt her tongue, right? Wore a white dress. Jesus Christ, does she ever get out from under you?

It would be a mistake to talk like that.

Yeah, you're right. We always talk about sex, and that is messed up. We should keep it like you, between our legs, in the regular position, every other Saturday, right? You always wanted it that way?

I've always been this way.

Well, go on, be like everyone else. Fuck that little girl. It'll all work out. Is that what you want me to remember?

Carl...

Well, I guess you're right. Chivalry isn't dead.