"You and your parakeetish tendency to find some fitting line in the GREEN EYES or whatever your novels are called"---writes our friend Glenn---"here, take this:...
...this will shut you up, or at least your GREEN EYES."
Well, for starters, Glenn,"---we write back---"we never intended the GREEN EYES to have a fitting word for everything---it's just the way it worked out. And second, of course we have something fitting your picture, here, in Chapter 18 of This Is Heaven, titled Post-coital Checkup..."...context: Alex and John are hauled by Professor Bienpensant into Juliette's hotel room, the room where the girl, by all accounts, has just lost her virginity to Romeo:
She bangs on the door and attacks the door knob. No reaction. “Hold the line,” Alex says to her, “briefly.”
“Juliette,” he says to the door. “Wonder girl, we need your help.” He knocks twice.
“It’s too late,” Bienpensant says, “we need somebody to open the door. The concierge. The ambulance.”
“Wonder girl,” Alex pronounces, “Alex.”
This is a noisy building from the 70’s, we should hear something inside—if. And yes, there’s a sound, the bounce of a closet door maybe. The door opens and Juliette’s head appears in the crack. She looks drowsy at first, then defiant, then resigned. She lets the door go and retreats. Romeo is on the bed, half-hiding under the sheets (Juliette wears a bathrobe).
“What is this,” Bienpensant says, “who is this boy?”
“False alarm,” I say (idiotically).
“This is Romeo,” Juliette says, “who else?” She walks up to the bed, sits down.
“I’m not a boy,” Romeo says. It looks like he’s preparing for one of his I-am-not-a-boy routines, rises, drops the bed sheets, and just stands there naked—whether he knows it or not, he’s the perfect expression of juvenile charisma. Where have we seen this posture before? Bienpensant can’t help being impressed. She shrieks.
“Perhaps we could start a drawing class with you,” Alex says, “angry male nude.” Romeo gets back under the sheets.
|"How about this picture, then?" --- "This picture we found ourselves."|
Alex pulls out the phone, swipes, holds it up. “Have you seen this,” he asks Juliette. Bienpensant rushes forward and snatches the iThing.
“No no,” she cries, and pockets the device.
Alex half-raises his eyebrows, looks at Juliette.
“Did you take your pill,” Barbette interrupts.
“No,” she says.
“This boy,” Barbette says and points at Romeo, “this non-boy.”
Juliette sticks her tongue out.
“Legal age, there’s such a thing as legal age,” Bienpensant says.
“Juliet was thirteen,” Juliette says.
“Just chillin’,” Romeo adds. “We’re chillin'.”
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