She's Gotta Have It Page #2

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Well, you work, you got a

nice crib and you're fine.

What makes you think I want

somebody to take care of?

I didn't say that. You know, I

didn't say that. I pay my own way.

I'm not looking

for no meal ticket.

So, what do you do?

What's your job?

I'm a layout/paste-up artist.

I do mechanics for magazines, you know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,

I know what that sh*t is.

There's something

about you.

About me?

Uh-huh.

Good or bad?

I haven't

figured it out yet.

You'll let me know

though, right?

You'll be the first to

know. You'll let me know?

You'll let me know?

Uh-huh. Yeah.

You'll let me know?

Sure.

You'll let me know?

Yeah.

Good.

It was bad enough, Nola

and all her male friends,

but there was also this one

particular female who was after her,

and that was a bit much.

I had my suspicions

about their relationship,

so I asked her point-blank

if anything was happening.

She said no.

I know you're thinking how do I

know she was telling the truth.

Well, Nola couldn't lie,

even if she wanted to.

It wasn't her nature.

She could be brutally honest.

You're not born lesbian

or heterosexual.

Both traits are within us. We all

have the potential to go either way.

At a young age, I knew where my

preference was and I pursued it.

Nola may have been

straight as an arrow.

I just want her

to be open-minded.

Check it out. Then decide. That's all.

You didn't

have to come.

Hey, when you said

you were ill, I flew over.

Summer colds

are the worst.

You're a sweetheart.

Hmm.

This has lots of

lemon and honey in it.

Mmm.

This is good.

Thanks, doll.

Girl, you shouldn't be bedridden

and nobody looking after you.

It's not that bad.

Jamie comes by every day.

Jamie?

I'll be up and around

in a couple of days.

Okay.

Hey, what's on your mind?

What's it like to

make love to a woman?

What's it like?

You heard.

Why do you ask?

When you want to find out something,

you ask somebody who knows.

I'm curious.

How curious?

Relax. You got

the wrong idea.

Do I?

I think you have the answer

to your question already.

Come on, someone who likes

sex as much as you do?

Well, what makes you

say that?

I have eyes.

Oh, I forgot about

your lesbian radar.

You've never had

a woman before?

Are you deaf?

Come on,

tell me something.

I can tell you

what it's not.

It's not some musty man pounding

away inside of you a mile a minute.

And what's wrong

with that?

I'm sorry,

go ahead.

I'm through.

That's it?

That's the best I can do for now.

If you want to find out, it's on you.

And I still say

you're not Miss Naive.

I am when it comes to that.

I know you.

Drop it, Opal.

It's dropped for now.

You'll come around.

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