Marie," I told her, "I'm tired.
Got to go to bed." She told me to take the whiskey with me, so I did.
But instead of going down to my bed, I threw back the cover of Marie's bed and crawled in.
After undressing, of course.
It was a fine mattress.
It was a fine bed.
It was one of those old-fashioned highpost jobs with a wooden roof, or whatever they call them.
I guess if you fucked until the roof came down, you made it.
I'd never bring that roof down without help from the gods.
Marie kept looking at tv and making hats.
Then I heard her turn off the set, switch out the kitchen light and she came into the bedroom, right past the bedroom and she didn't see me, she went right n down to the crapper.
