Last Exit to Brooklyn - Hubert Selby Jr Read Online Free PDF Page B

and slapped
Georgette across the face, Mother pleading, crying, soothing, and
Georgette rolled and clawed as the tight G String scraped along her
leg, and Mother begged Arthur to leave his brother alone—BROTHER?—
but he tugged and yanked, yelling above them until it was off and he
flung it from him into another room. How can you hold him like that.
Hes nothing but a filthy homosexual. You should throw him out in the
street. Hes your brother son. You should help him. Hes my son (hes my
baby. My baby) and I love him and you should love him. She rocked
with Georgettes head cradled in her arms and Arthur stormed out of
the house and Georgette rolled over on her back trying to reach the
slacks and the bennie, but her Mother held her, continuing to tell
her son that it would be alright. Everything will be alright. )
    O please, please, please, please .. . why are you
torturing me? The bitches. The dirty bitches. O let me out. Let
someone come in. I dont want to be alone. Please let them come.
Anything. Im down. Let them come. For christs sake. Im down. DOWN! I
cant stay in this room. This dirty room. Let Vinnie in. Let him take
me away. Vinnie. O Vinnie, my darling. Take me away. Its ugly in
here. Ugly. And I loved the carousel. Puddin n pie. Vinnie—(the
doctor looked at her eyes, said nothing, then examined her leg. He
washed the wound, probed gently, and Georgette groaned, hoping hed
write a prescription, and rolled on the bed trying to hang over the
side and reach the slacks and the doctor mumbled; her Mother watched,
shaking, and Georgette looked pleadingly at her, wanting her caresses
and protection, but she couldnt reach the slacks. Jesus, why cant I
reach them? She stopped rolling and cried. Her Mother stroked her
forehead and the doctor bandaged the leg and told her to stay off it
for a few days and come in to see him when she felt better. He closed
his bag (shut. Shut. It banged Shut!), smiled and told Mrs. Hanson it
would be better if George didnt have any visitors for a few days. She
nodded (Georgette leaned slowly to the edge of the bed—when they go
to the door) and thanked him. Dont bother to walk me to the door. I
can find my way out) )— not even a little codeine. Nothing. If that
fucking Harry wasnt there. That freak. And those rotten bitches. Two
cent cunt. Not even a nebbie. He could have given me one at least.
Not much of a cut. Just stay in bed a few days. Days. Days. Days . .
. DAYS. DAYS!!! The walls will faU. Theyll crush me. Mother? O
Mother. Mother? Give me something. Please. Anything. Try to relax
son. Your leg will be better soon. My leg?—(Stop. Arthur, for the
love of God stop. Stop? You see these? You see them? More of those
goddamn dopepills. Thats what they are. Dopepills. Well, you will
never see these again dear sweet brother! Give them to me. Give me
them. Mother, make him give them to me. Shut up or I/ll kill you. Do
you hear me? I swear I will kill you. Always crying. Mommy this and
Mommy that. Every time you get a little scratch—Arthur. Stop! He
stood shaking, clutching the end of the bed watching brother crawl
and squirm on the bed, hiding behind his Mommy, wanting Mommys love
and kisses . . . then shoved the pills in his pocket, spun around and
dragged out the boxes in the back of the closet and dumped them on
the floor—Mommy this and Mommy that—ripping and tearing
Georgettes drag clothes, her lovely dresses and silks, stamping on
her shoes . . . You see these Mother? You see them? Look. Look at
these disgusting pictures. O Arthur—Look at them. Just LOOK! Men
making love to each other. It isnt pretty is it? Arthur, please.
Well? is it? Are they? ARE THEY??? Filth. Thats what they are.
FILTH!!! Why dont you die Georgie! Why dont you go away and die.
Stop. STOP! For the love of god Arthur, stop. I cant stand it
anymore. Well, neither can I. You saw those pictures. Now you should
know what he really is. A degenerate. A filthy degenerate! Arthur,
please, for my sake. I know. I