She stepped back from the tub and shrugged off her yellow dress in one long stretch then tossed it in the water over me and pulled down her pants. She sat on the toilet and urinated so loud that it reminded me more of a man.
'Hand me the paper, Easy,' she said.
The roll was at the foot of the bathtub.
She stood over the tub, with her hips pressed outward, looking down on me. 'If my pussy was like a man's thing it'd be as big as your head, Easy.'
I stood out of the tub and let her hold me around the testicles. As we went into the bedroom she kept whispering obscene suggestions in my ear. The things she said made me ashamed. I never knew a man who talked as bold as Daphne Monet.
I never liked it when women talked like that. I felt it was masculine. But, beneath her bold language, Daphne seemed to be asking me for something. And all I wanted was to reach as far down in my soul as I could to find it.
We yelled and screamed and wrestled all night long. Once, when I had fallen asleep, I woke to find her rubbing an ice cube down my chest. Once, at about 3 a.m., she took me out to the cement patio behind the bushes and made love to me as I lay back against a rough tree.
When the sun came up she nestled against my side on the bed and asked, 'Does it hurt, Easy?'
'What?'
'Your thing, does it hurt?'
'Yeah.'
'Is it sore?'
'It's more like the blood vessels ache.'
She grabbed my penis. 'Does it hurt for you to love me, Easy?'
'Yeah.'
Her grip tightened. 'I love it when you hurt, Easy. For us.'
'Me too,' I said.
'Do you feel it?'
'Yeah, I feel it.'
She released me. 'I don't mean that. I mean this house. I mean us here, like we aren't who they want us to be.'
'Who?'
'They don't have names. They're just the ones who won't let us be ourselves. They never want us to feel this good or close like this. That's why I wanted to get away with you.'
'
She put her hand out again. 'But I called you, Easy; I'm the one who brought you to me.'
When I look back on that night I feel confused. I could say that Daphne was crazy but that would mean that I was sane enough to say, and I wasn't. If she wanted me to hurt, I loved to hurt, and if she wanted me to bleed, I would have been happy to open a vein. Daphne was like a door that had been closed all my life; a door that all of sudden flung open and let me in. My heart and chest opened as wide as the sky for that woman.
But I can't say that she was crazy. Daphne was like the chameleon lizard. She changed for her man. If he was a mild white man who was afraid to complain to the waiter she'd pull his head to her bosom and pat him. If he was a poor black man who had soaked up pain and rage for a lifetime she washed his wounds with a rough rag and licked the blood till it staunched.
It was mid-afternoon when I gave out. We had spent every moment in each other's arms. I didn't think about the police or Mouse or even DeWitt Albright. All I cared about was the pain I felt loving that white girl. But finally I pulled away from her and said, 'We gotta talk, Daphne.'
Maybe I was imagining it but her eyes flashed green for the first time since the bath.
'Well, what?' She sat up in the bed covering herself. I knew that I was losing her, but I was too satisfied to care.
'There's a lot of dead people, Daphne, and the police want me behind that. There's that thirty thousand dollars you stole from Mr. Carter and DeWitt Albright is on my ass for that.'
'Any money I have is between me and Todd and I don't have anything to do with dead people or that Albright man. Nothing at all.'
'Maybe you don't think so but Albright has the talent to make your business his …'
'So, what do you want from me?'
'Why'd Howard Green get killed?'
She stared through me as if I were a mirage. 'Who?'
'Come on.'
She looked away for a moment and then sighed. 'Howard worked for a rich man named Matthew Teran. He was Teran's driver, chauffeur. Teran wanted to run for mayor but in that crowd you have to ask permission like. Todd didn't want Teran to do it.'
