I'm praying, I thought. I'm actually sitting here praying for God to help me. I was. Please help me, I thought. Please. I knew that there were rules about this, that you had to believe in a divine ordering principle before you could appeal to it for anything, and I didn't believe. But I make an effort, I thought. I love my fellow human beings. Or do I? Do I love Bobbi, after she tore up my story like that and left me alone? Do l love Nick, even if he doesn't want to fuck me any more? Do I love Melissa? Did I ever? Do I love my mother and father? Could I love everyone and even include bad people? I bowed my forehead into my clasped hands, feeling faint.
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Bobbi said: when she drinks red her mouth goes like, and she gestured to her own mouth in a little circle. Melissa handed me a glass and said: oh I get that. It's not so bad. I think. There's something appealingly evil about it. Bobbi agreed with her. Like you've been drinking blood, she said. And Melissa laughed and said: yes, sacrificing virgins.
It's cool you're playing a gay character, Bobbi was saying to Nick.
Is Brick gay? he said. I think maybe he's just bisexual.
Don't say 'just bisexual', she said. Frances is bisexual, you know.
I didn't know that, Melissa said.
I chose to drag on my cigarette for a long time before saying anything. I knew that everyone was waiting for me to speak.
Well, I said. Yeah, I'm kind of an omnivore.