“You know, I saw you in a play once at St. A’s. You can act, too. You have real presence.” “Athol Fugard’s The Blood Knot.” I remembered the time. Maria had lured me into her theater group. “The play is powerful. It can make anybody look all right.” “You follow what I’m saying? You listening to me at all?” “You want to marry me.” I laughed out loud at Monroe. “You want to go out on a date with me first, though.” “Something like that,” Monroe roared back. “You’re doing it just the right way, Carl. I like to be sweet-talked before I get fucked.” Monroe laughed some more, a little harder than he
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