Red Is the Color of Page #3
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Tell me the story.
- The story?
The story of why David
is fixated on nude women...
wearing this particular...
not-so-spectacular
red hat.
I'm not a very good storyteller.
- I bet you are.
Okay. Uncle Davy
will tell you a story if--
you promise to take off all your clothes.
Well,
when you put it like that,
how can a girl resist?
Okay. Let's see.
Story.
Not on Uncle Dave's lap.
Something's alive down there.
Yeah, it's a-- it's a Pogi.
Uh, I gotta feed him.
A Pogi?
- Sh*t. What do you want?
You have to feed him?
What is it?
It's a... Pogi.
Something my wife gave me.
I'm supposed to keep him alive
for a month.
But I-- I'm thinking of hiring
a babysitter. Interested?
I don't think nude nannies
are legal in this country.
Don't answer it.
He--
Hello?
No. No, she's not here.
She should be back
by 6:
00.Great. Yeah, I'll tell her.
Bye-bye.
- So you were saying?
I was?
I was, uh--
The hat.
Why the ubiquitous hat?
Well, let's just say...
it's an inscrutable
projection...
of the cosmic
collective unconsciousness.
How about that?
And, uh, why
the color red, Professor Jung?
Red,
Miss Bell,
is the color of torment,
passion,
uh, flame,
birth, death, lust,
forbidden fruit,
passion--
- You already said passion.
Did I?
It's a bunch
of bullshit anyway.
I want the real story.
The story, then work.
Okay. Let's see.
Once upon a time,
when I was
an older woman--
our next-door neighbor Maggie--
used to come over and check in on
me when my parents were out of town.
Let me tell it.
No, let me tell it.
One day she-- Maggie--
comes over to check in
on little Davy,
who's been out playing soccer
with the neighborhood boys.
It's a hot, yellow day,
and he's brown
and dripping with sweat.
wearing a big red hat...
and a flowery sun dress...
that clings
in the humid air...
to every crevice
of her voluptuous body.
Breasts bursting and "strappy"
high-heeled sandals clicking,
she comes up the back
steps, calling, "Davy!
"Davy!
It's Maggie.
Just comin' over to
check in on you."
Little Davy peeks
around the bathroom door,
his narrow, boyish hips.
And there's Maggie,
staring straight at him.
"Oh, Davy.
You are a dirty boy."
She reaches in a long,
cherry-red nail...
to his chest...
and wipes it across
his soft belly...
and licks the sweat
off her finger.
"Why, honey,"
Maggie purrs,
bending down
on her knees.
"We woke up Davy, Jr."
He stands, rigid, pink,
sweat-streaked,
as she brings
her bright red lips...
to the tip of
Nailed by terror
and adrenaline,
all little Davy can see
is the top...
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