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�I like it here.� Gina lost eye contact.
�You are such a bad liar.� He laughed. �Don�t you want a real bed instead of that stupid cushion?�
�Well��
He pushed. �Don�t you want a real house where you can grow plants and we can drive to the city in a real car and not Jem Transit?�
�Yes, but��
The clincher. �Don�t you want kids?�
�Yes.� She was crying.
�One night will give us all these.� He sighed.
�Is all that worth your dignity?� Gina finally said. �We�ll have money, but how long will it last? How can you trust this man? He�s a friend of Eugene�s!� Her eyes blazed with anger. �Do you think I can live with, no, worse, make love to a man who will take another man�s thing into his mouth, and then his puwit, just so he can buy me a car?�
Husband and wife stared at each other.
�I want to give us a better life�� Jack stuttered.
�Not if it means my husband is going to sell himself to another man.� She tugged at a loose string on the mat. A cockroach skittered by; she ignored it.
�Yet I can sell myself to any other matrona.�
�That�s different,� she said defiantly, tugging the string off the mat.
�How different?� Jack asked. �It�s the same thing. Only this time, we have a better chance. Gina, it�s all about lust. Libog! I�ll do what I have to in order to give us a better life.�
�What�s so wrong with our life?� she said.
�Aren�t you tired of working in that stupid store? Don�t you want to finally go to fashion school? I wear your clothes in my movies � for thirty seconds before the next whore rips it off my body!�
He grabbed a plate and threw it at one of the galvanized iron walls, breaking the plate and sending ceramic shards onto the floor.
�I�m tired of this life!� he yelled. �I want to support you without your having to work. I want children! All these things are for you!�
�Really?� Gina sniffed. �If these are all for me, why were they all �I want�s�?�
Jack stopped.
Gina sighed. �It�s not what I want, Jack, but what you want,� she replied, �I�ll stand by you.�
�Really?�
�Really.� She sighed.
�You won�t feel bad?�
�No,� Gina said. Was it a lie? She didn�t know. She stared at the fragments of dish scattered all over the floor. Was that all there was?
-End-
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