Chapter 5

“I wonder if he’ll show up,” said David.

“What do you mean?”

“The maid. I wonder if he’ll come. He’s been sick for weeks.”

“Serious?”

“Sida. He told Lou first.”

“Is he Lou’s maid, too?”

“Used to be. Tante found a reason to let him go. He freaked out last year when an old trick tested séropositif. Can you believe it? Lou sucks cock with a condom now.”

David and Bill waited at the light to cross over the I-90 freeway to the A&P.

“He looked fine to me. And since when have you had a maid? You’re always telling me you don’t have a dime.”

“You didn’t see the purple lesion on the back of his neck. And yes, there is now a maid. Living with Philip is impossible. Impossible! I needed help. Miss Bill, step lively now, the light’s green.”

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