Voices’
faces lost in cigar smoke and brandy fumes.
cog:
Look, I gotta go. I got the kids to take to school in the morning.
cog:
Slave to the children, eh? Who’s looking after them now?
cog:
Oh I got a sitter in for the night. Yeah, anyhoo... Look, I’ll see you Tuesday,
okay?
cogs:
Tuesday
cog:
Yeah.
cog:
Bye.
cog:
See ya then.
and
exits.
cog:
You got any kids, deleted?
cog:
Not that he knows of.
Laughter.
deleted
name (drunk, pensive): Well... I’ve got receipts.
Their
laughter now comes nervous and the lengthy pause fills with smoke billowing
rich and sick from puffed-upon cigars.
deleted
name: She had a boy’s ass.
cog
(choking on drink): Excuse me? A boy’s ass? Who, the kid or the mother?
cog:
Come on, he doesn’t know who the mother is.
Laughter.
deleted
name (spoken thought): A boy’s ass.
