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.O shes bringing me down.That dirty slut.That filthy whore.RosieROSIE! Get her out.Get her out! Rosie grabbed an arm, but it was wet with perspiration and it slipped from her grip.She pulled Marysskirt up and wiped her hands and Marys arms, then noticing her face wiped it too and told Tony to get the other arm.She tugged and Tonykept falling under the weight and looking pleadingly at Goldie and Rosie screamed at Tony to pull, pull, and Rosie yanked and Marys bodyjerked with each yank and shuddered with each shock of pain and the sweat burned her eyes and blinded her and all she could do wasmoan and moan and Harry got up and walked over to them and said hed help.He got behind her and put his hands over her tits, smiling atthe guys, and lifted her up and Rosie yanked again almost pulling them over, and they slowly raised the mountainous Mary and dragged herto the door.Harry told Tony to get a cab and he and Rosie would get her to the door.Tony left, and Rosie held on to the arm, watchingHarry, and they dragged her along the hallway, water and blood dripping down her legs, to the door.Harry asked Rosie how she was doinand she didnt move.Just held on to the arm and watched Harry.He laughed and dropped Mary on the floor and waited for the cab.When Harry and Rosie came back everyone was silent, shadows jumping on the walls, and Harry asked what was wrong, this a morgue orsome-thin, and sat down and lit a cigarette.Man, shes some ton of a dame.She had a nice pair though.Couldnt get my hand aroundemthey were so big.The others remained silent, not even smoking, and Rosie put the pot back on the stove and waited.Lee was simplyrepulsed at the entire scene thats a real drag though man.Whatta yamean Sal? You know, havin a kid and some guy lumps yaup.Camille still frightfully upset the others agreed with Sal that it was a real drag to be havin a kid like that and a guy lumps yaup.A guy likethat should be dumped, the sonofabitch, even if she is a pig and Goldie and Georgette were anxious.They had been planning andanticipating all evening and things were going so well that it just wasnt right that everything should crumble now.now when it was comingclose to the time.and Georgette frantically searched for something to say or do.something that would not only save the moment andthe night, but something that would make it her moment and night.something that would once more make her the nucleus of the night.She looked around the room.thought.then remembered a book and yes, it was still there.She picked it up, opened it, looked at itfor a moment then decided to say nothing but to start to readOnce upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,.The first few words were low, tentative, but hearing her voice above the breathing of the others, ringing through the room, thrilled her andshe read louder, each word clear and trueAs of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door."'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door.and the others hushed and Vinnie turned his face toward herAh, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow.they were all watching her now (could Rosie be watching too?).They were all looking at her.At HER!Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,.the drama of the moment swelled her breast and the poem came forth with beauty and feeling and the waves from hermouth caused the candle flames to flicker and she knew that everyone saw a Raven in the shadowsLet me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery exploreLet my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;'Tis the wind and nothing more!".and she was no longer merely reading a poem, but she was the poem and every word was coming from her soul and all the wonderfulshadows whirled around herThen this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore.The guys were staring and Vinnie seemed so close she could feel the sweat on his face and even Lee was listening and watching her readand they all knew she was there; they all knew she was THE QUEEN [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]