A Love Song for Bobby Long Page #4
Always in a whisper.
I'd go through the fields
saying it to myself: "P*ssy."
One day, we was all...
playing ball out in a broom sage field.
And up rode Leroy Tuberville.
Now, Leroy was
an upstanding delinquent. Twelve.
And his shoulders were already broad,
and his fingers were stained with tobacco.
And Leroy, he parked himself casually
by third base, and he went in his pocket...
and he pulled out something. He started
throwing it high in the air like that.
And I watched him play it cool...
his mysterious jewel going up and down.
I couldn't take it any longer. I had to ask.
"What's that you got there, Leroy?"
And everyone fell silent.
with that nasty sideways grin...
and he said,
"It's a piece of p*ssy, Long. My very own."
My face got hot, my breath quickened.
There he was, with this perfect piece of girl,
tossing her up in the air.
And I watched, knowing that I had seen God
for the first time.
And I wanted her for my very own.
But old Leroy popped his treasure
between his teeth...
jumped on his bike grinning at me,
and rode off...
leaving us in a cloud of dust and desire.
And it was in that tormented haze,
at the age of 10...
when I dedicated the rest of my life...
to finding my very own tiny piece
of love and wonder...
that I could carry with me for eternity.
All right, that's it. I'm going home.
To Florida?
Now, look, be careful.
"We cannot tear out
a single page of our lives...
"but we can throw
the whole book in the fire."
George Sand.
I thought that would be a hard one.
I don't feel right about lying to her.
What would a teenage hussy want
with this place, anyway?
Said herself it was a shithole.
She's better off.
Besides, when you sell that book,
everything will change...
Change?
We'll go to Paris, drink '61 Latour...
write bad poetry.
Yes, everything will be just perfect.
"We die only once,
and for such a long time."
Molire.
She's here, honey.
I'll take better care of her this time.
See you tomorrow, darling.
Your mama used to come here a lot.
Why do you talk about her so much?
Because I miss her, I guess.
Were you in love with her or something?
We all loved her.
- She knew how to reach people, you know?
- No, not really.
The night before my grandma died...
she warned me that
Lorraine would always be selfish.
She finally told me about my father.
She did, did she?
Some sax player in Memphis.
Pretty much a one-night stand.
I think Gran wanted me to know that when
she was gone, I'd be totally on my own.
She was right.
After she died,
I hardly ever heard from Lorraine.
Never even got a chance to hear her sing.
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