“You want to call me back when you’re done? I’ll give you my number.”
There’d been no calls, to Rita or to anyone else, since she left Hedgemont. There’d been no phone — she’d left the battery in one trash receptacle and the phone in another, and hadn’t bothered to get a new phone until just the other day, when a store she’d passed every day suddenly drew her in.
And then, the new phone in her possession, she’d left it alone until tonight. She’d bought it for one reason and one reason only, to call Rita. So why did it take her three days to get around to making the call?
“So did you fuck him?”
“Kimmie! Suppose it was somebody else calling?”
“Not much chance of that. Nobody else has the number. Anyway, I know the answer. Either you fucked him or there was something really good on TV, because I was just about ready to give up on you and go to sleep.”
“What, at nine-thirty? Oh, you must be in one of those weird eastern time zones.”
“Central. It’s eleven-thirty here.”
Talking, back and forth. She found herself talking a little about her job, about the place where she was staying. And realized how she’d missed this contact, this connection.
“Such an exciting life,” Rita was saying. “A new job, a new address…”
“Feeding a Xerox machine. Picking up General Tso’s chicken on my way home. I don’t know if my heart can stand the excitement.”
“I guess you don’t want to hear how I spent the evening.”
“By the fireside, knitting sweaters for our troops in Siberia.”
“We have troops in Siberia?”
“Not yet. Well? Let’s hear it.”
“Let’s see, you called me when, two hours ago?”
“More like two and a half.”
“How time flies. Well, in those two and a half hours I slept with over a hundred and fifty men.”
“Huh?”
“One hundred and fifty-two, to be precise. You don’t have any idea what I’m talking about, do you?”
“Not a clue.”
“He was a Mormon, Kimmie.”
“The guy.”
“Yeah.”
“So he had what, five or ten wives? How does that put you in bed with a hundred and fifty guys?”
“A hundred fifty-two.”
“Whatever.”
“And he’s not polygamous. He’s not even married. He’s engaged to be married, but the wedding’s not until sometime next year.”
“I’ll clear my calendar. I still don’t get it.”
“Okay, I’ll explain. There were two of them, and they came to my door and rang the bell.”
“Him and his fiancee?”
“No, she’s back in Utah. Him and another guy. What happened, I was online a month or two ago, I can’t even remember, and I guess I checked something about wanting information on the Mormon faith. I thought they were going to send me a book.”
“And instead they sent you two guys? And you fucked them both? That still leaves a hundred fifty unaccounted for.”
“I only fucked one of them. They were there to hand-deliver a copy of the Book of Mormon and some other literature, and, you know, to convert me. And one of them was really drippy-looking, like he’d have been a nerd but his IQ wasn’t high enough.”
“But you liked the other one.”
“Kellen, his name was. Tall, blond, big shoulders, small waist.”
“Your basic hunk.”
“And, you know, we connected. I managed to get him away from his buddy—”
“The failed nerd.”
“—and we set it up that he’d ditch Dopey and come back. And he did, and things were moving along nicely, and then you called.”
“Sorry about the timing.”
“It was no problem. I got off the phone, and then, well—”
“You got off.”
“You bet. And no, I didn’t wear the butt plug. I thought I might have my own personal Mormon butt plug, but that was out because of his fiancee back in Provo. See, ass-fucking is one of the things he’s saving for marriage. But the man couldn’t get enough of my pussy. Listen to me, will you? I don’t know why I’m talking like this.”
“Don’t stop now.”
“Are you wet, Kimmie? Are you touching yourself?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, don’t stop. Because it was really hot…”
“Rita, you’re something else.”
“Did you come good, Kimmie?”
“You know I did.”
“Me too. When he was doing me, and I was really into it and everything, I couldn’t stop thinking how I’d call you back and tell you all about it. And once we were done I couldn’t wait to get rid of him so I could call you. I don’t care if we’re lesbians.”
“You’d probably have a tough time convincing Kellen you’re a lesbian. Speaking of Kellen—”
“I know, I still didn’t tell you how he got to be a hundred and fifty-two people.”
“Right.”
“He was baptized.”
“Well, so was I, not that I can claim to remember it. And it didn’t make me sprout a hundred clones. I’m still only one person.”
“One very special person. If I’m a lesbian, I’m just a lesbian for you, you know. If you were here right now —”
“We’d go down on each other.”
“Yes, we would.”
“And do a lot of other things.”
“Most of which I’ve been thinking about.”
Deep breath. “Can we get back to Kellen, Rita?”
“He was baptized a hundred and fifty-two times.”
“He was? Why, for God’s sake?”
“Exactly.”
“Huh?”
“For God’s sake, and for the sake of a hundred and fifty-one poor souls who went through life
“I guess I read something about that.”
“Well, their goal is to baptize all the people who lived and died without going through that sacrament. And participating in the process is one form of missionary work. Instead of turning up on people’s doorsteps—”
“And fucking them senseless.”
“—you go through a ceremony designed to get the unbaptized dead into Heaven.”
“Salvation for the unsaved.”
“That’s the idea. New hope for the dead.”
“I never heard of that before,” she said. “It’s deeply weird.”
