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One is Just Enough
by Cesca Janece Waterfield Digby, I cannot remember the last time I was stoned. Vi was flung back on the couch, staring at the dust filling the sunlight. I take that back. I was stoned last night. Digby brought her a vodka cranberry. You went out, Vi? Vi's brain doubled back. Did she need to say again where she'd said she'd been? Vi lifted her eyes to Digby. Reiteration has the effect of believability, was what drifted through her mind. The silence loitered. Then the silhouette of Lloyd’s shoulders and triceps over her filled her mind’s eye and she breathed in. Oh, I was just over to Reitha’s. Digby stood studying her. Then he said, Reitha believes in the Pentecost. There won’t no bong passed round the Bible was it, Vi? Digby cocked his head and a sting of anger lit his eyes. Vi tried to assess the situation but thinking about Lloyd had put her in a state. She stood up as sudden as her state could muster. Buzzkill. She said, It was Barbara who had it. You know her. Well, now, Vi, I am unclear here. I am confused just a smidge. Was Barbara bringing her biker pothead friends over to her sister’s for some laying on of hands? As Vi crossed the room she flapped her hand at him as if to say, It won’t nothing. Vi picked up the TV Guide. She put it back down. Digby had hold now. He was moving in like a buzzard. How many hands was it, Vi? And what praytell did they lay on, hmm? Maybe it was some serpent handling, that’s it? What I want to know, Vi, is whose serpent got handled? He stood under the ceiling fan, he was actually tapping his boot. Waiting. Waiting some more. Vi wished it were already later. He’d already called his ex girlfriend a “piece” once this morning. Vi thought one piece was enough. She said flatly, No need to reiterate yourself, Digby. There you go again, with your fancy words. What the fuck does that mean? Reiterate. You know. Repeat. Do it again. Vi walked to the window to tug closed the curtain. Please do not reiterate yourself, Digby.
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