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Heritage dictionary on his desk. He look up hoyden and it tell you how to pronounce the word (hoi’duhn). It say hoyden is a noun. The rest just like she say.
    He look up leman too, see if Fleur is right what she say.
    She is right again. Fleur is right as rain.
    So leman hoyden.
    She want to be his leman hoyden, that’s what she say, and he take her at her word.
    The next day he get interoffice mail with two calendar leaves from one of those calendars has a new word every day, suppose to improve your vocabulary.
    She attach a blue Post-it to the leaves. I want you to have these.
    Fleur work at her English.
    Fleur work and work.
    Already she have basically no accent.
    She say she always had a propensity for language. She speak six. Arabic, Berber, French, Spanish, English, and Italian.
    Joey speak English, of a kind.
    Joey look at the calendar leaves. One is for leman. One is for hoyden. The leaves tell you the definition of each, how to pronounce them. In the end Joey didn’t have to have looked them up in the dictionary. He could have just waited.
    Joey don’t know why, but Joey pleased.
    When Markie come in, he don’t see the leaves. He say, So Joey, how about it, you juice it?
    Joey say, Yeah, it juiced, boss.

T he thing is, Flowers, I only really saw you that once. That one time at the music club. It was the very beginning. We still hadn’t made love. You got the tickets. You called me, said Markie had something to do, couldn’t make it, why don’t you and me go. You were wearing that loose overall thing, so sexy. Isaac Mizrabi, or whatever, whoever the fuck it was. The music was playing. Baaba Maal. It was drums, man, Senegalese drums. We were on the balcony. You were sitting against the rail. I slipped my hand into your clothes, down into your pants. I felt your pubic hair for the first time, and just lay my finger on your cunt. I touched your clitoris. Just left my finger there on your clit. I put pressure there. Then I let up. I wanted you so bad, man. Pressure. Let up. Pressure. Let up. Then I let my hand do way up you. Two fingers. Three. You were so set. I knew what to do. You don’t forget. The music was pounding. The beat. The beat. The beat, beat, beat. We were with the beat. Into the beat. Thump. Thump. The whole place rocking. Somebody passed me a joint. I smoked.
    I passed it on to you. You took it. You smoked. You passed it back to me. I smoked again. I never stopped touching your cunt. Your cunt is juicy. Juicy juice, man.
    I can taste it right now. Your smell. Your head began to loll. To fall. So slow and sensuous, languorous. You were moaning, man. Moaning soft. So soft. You looked up at me.
    Your head had fallen. You looked up at me. I saw you. I saw you, Flowers. I saw you, right then and there.
     
    What you didn’t know, and I didn’t tell you, not never, that whole time, getting hotter and hotter, people looking, into the music, looking, stealing glances, sex, man, but everybody, everybody into the music, into Baaba Maal, my hand up your clothes, down into your pants, in your underwear, touching your clit, this warmth, this wet. There was a woman, another woman, a woman behind me, a blonde, standing behind me, and she was touching me. I had never seen her before, didn’t know who the fuck she was, touching me, touching my shoulder, my arm, my side, my head, my neck, the side of my face, from behind, me not seeing her. She was coming on to me, man, she was coming on. She saw you, she saw your swoon. She didn’t see you like I saw you, but she saw you and she wanted some and she let me know I could have her if I wanted. Against the music, with the music, and she let me know it. Sex. So hot, Flowers. Sex in public. So fucking hot. I saw you, Flowers. I saw you that one time, really saw you.
    You looked up at me. You were a little girl. I had no right. No right. No right to see you like that. My mind, man. What was I thinking?
     
    I used to wonder what it would be like to actually be a