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The True Story of Jeannot (from Fiend):
"How far from Cap Francois are we?" asked Anna
"Damned if we're going back there!" I snapped, pulling off my boots to drain the seawater.
"Are we to live in the jungle then? Like maroons?" She smiled. That
still beautiful smile - so rare and loveless by then - turned my
Idiota... "Not a bad idea."
We didn't, of course. But we found the next best thing - a sugarcane
plantation! Just one of the hundreds dotting Hispaniola, crawling all
day with slaves while the planter and his family sat with their feet up
in a house to make Louis XIV envious... You'd think we'd be turned away,
coming as we did in the dead of night, our fine city clothes ruined by
water and wilderness. But no sooner had an elderly Negress answered the
door than my Anna fell into an inspired performance -
"Oh, pity on poor travelers!" she cried, throwing herself at the
surprised house slave's feet. "God's grace and pity! Our carriage was
overturned and looted by maroons! And if not for my brave uncle, they'd
have had my virtue too!"
The Negress immediately went for her master - who was asleep, so she had
to settle for the lady of the house. A sentimental old biddy who about
fainted as Anna repeated her lurid tale. With more embellishment,
naturally - "A dozen mad maroons! Screaming voodoo prayers to Beelzebub!
My brave uncle beat them all off with a root he tore from the ground!"
Such a clever girl...
A few of the more energetic patients made noise at this but not much.
"Oh dear, should I let you go?" his mom asked.
"Yeah," David said. "I'll see ya next... whenever."
"Okay," she seemed to hesitate.
David vaguely remembered how they supposedly briefed all visitors on
words not to use. His mom must have wanted to say she loved him.
Instead, she hung up her phone and gathered her coat, hurrying out the
exit without a look back.
David felt some mild discomfort at that. He couldn't quite place it but
something about the way she left just didn't feel right. Damn, what did
they give him this time? It was a minute or so before he realized his
phone had fallen to his lap. He sluggishly hung it back up on the wall
and pushed himself up from the chair, a surprisingly great effort. The
others soon followed, hanging up on whoever had bothered to show up and
shuffling off behind David.
...All except Stephen. Not Steve, as he was always quick to point out -
Stephen. He still sat there, chattering with his sister. It looked like
his sister, or maybe cousin. Of all the other guys at Exodus, David
thought he looked the most like a real fag. He was skinny with that
feminine look to his face and a voice to match. Even the other guys
avoided him, like they were all back in the real world and it was
understood if you got too close to Stephen you might catch a bad case of
David couldn't avoid him too much though, seeing as they were roommates.
Not that they had very much in common - Stephen's only interests were
reading and theater, both things David tended to avoid. But still, if
asked, David would insist Stephen wasn't such a bad guy. He was okay for
conversation if you gave him long enough - he could rattle off just
about every line from those Monty Python movies - and he'd never hit on
David or really acted all that gay. Of course, seeing as he was here...