Excerpt from Gemma (Continued)do whatever he says, you hear? Whatever he says. He'll bring you home when you're done, and I don't want to hear about you giving him any flak. You hear me?" And I'm trying to keep my head upright, trying not to let on how much it's hurting. How humiliating it is, for him to be doing this kind of thing in public. "You hear?" Gives me a shake, speaking low, through his teeth, nobody but me, me and Hazen can hear him. "I hear you," I say. "I hear you." He gives me one last shake for emphasis, then lets me go, and his friend Hazen is laughing, shaking his head. "You got her trained good," he says admiringly, like I'm a dog or something. "You got her trained real good." Next thing I know, Buddy's gone. Didn't fill out no application for no waitressing job. Don't know how to get home from here. Got no idea. Stuck here with Hazen, not sure why. Not sure, but I got a feeling. I got a sick kind of feeling in my belly. Stuck here with this Hazen guy, but I'll be damned if I'm going to cry. |
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