Martin laughed, “Daniel? Heavens no. Daniel’s too pure. He left the church because he can’t stand to think that God loves him the best, which is what his mother drilled into him, because it means God loves the others less. The murderers, the rapists, the homeless. You get the picture? God, in other words, is a prejudicial old duffer who plays favorites. Isn’t that right, Daniel?”
“They poured out innocent blood, the blood of their sons and daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan; and the land was polluted with blood. Thus they become unclean by their acts, and played the harlot in their doings…”
Martin clapped his hands together, “Bravo, old man, we’re all sooooo impressed that you’ve memorized the entire Bible. But, we’ve come to see the lady of the house and not to be saved….”
“What’s going on?” Marcia stood in the doorway of the bedroom dressed only in a man’s white dress shirt, her strawberry blonde hair like a fine spider web about her face, a flannel bathrobe over her shoulders like folded wings.
“Bitchen,” The albino snorted, clapping his hands together, “Now you’re talking.”
Her mouth snapped open. “Martin, I told you…”
“Hi Honey, you want ten thousand dollars?” The albino asked, taking a step towards her.
“What is this?”
“Marcia, Luv, I ran into this bloke at Ritchie’s. He’s just cut a record for Capital records. He just wants a good lay and he’ll pay…”
“Sweet Jesus!” gasped the Catholic’s daughter.
The albino turned and hissed at her. “Shut up you fucking virgins.”
“I’m not a virgin!”
“Well, of course you’re not. Look at you sweetie. You’re so horny you’d fuck a pole!”
“I think you’re disgusting!”
“Don’t worry, bitch. I don’t ball stupid little girlies anyway!” He turned back towards Marcia. “So, what do you say, Blondie? You look like someone who knows the score.”
Marcia fumbled with her words, then calmly she said. “Martin, get this guy out of here.”
“But Jamie has just signed a record contract, Luv. He’s going be famous someday.”
“Get him out of here.”
“Come on, Marcia, ten thousand dollars,” Martin urged.
“Not for a million dollars!”
“That does it,” the albino spun toward the door. “There are plenty of bitches in this town who won’t give me this kind of shit!”
“Wait, Jamie…” Martin tried to hold him but the albino twisted free and then stomped down the stairs.