ch.nakedcamethemanatee-第15节

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Our　Lord　one　thousand　nine　hundred　and　fifty；　will　turn　you；　my　queen；　into　a　woman　and　will　begin　my　destiny　of　turning　Cuba　into　a　real　man；　one　that　would　never　starve　his　children。〃
　And　then　Lilia　remembered　how　Fidel　had　taken　her　in　his　arms　and　laid　her　down　on　the　hard　little　nun　cot　and　it　was　like　it　was　made　out　of　the　finest　down；　and　then；　Dios　mia；　sweet　heart　of　Jesus；　he　entered　her；　the　intense　pleasure…pain　of　it；　and　the　nuns　broke　out　into　a　chorus　of　〃Ave　Maria；〃　and　birds　started　to　sing　even　though　it　was　nighttime；　and　all　the　glass　in　the　convent　shattered　and　the　rosebushes　pushed　out　such　a　rose　smell　that　spread　throughout　the　island；　causing　all　the　men　in　Cuba　to　grow　with　desire　and　all　women　to　weep　with　satisfaction。　He　made　love　to　her　for　three　days　and　three　nights　and　when　he　tried　to　leave　she　grabbed　his　hair　and　bit　his　left　earlobe；　taking　a　notch　of　flesh　between　her　teeth；　tasting　his　blood。　But　his　strength　was　too　great。　As　he　finally　broke　free　and　his　hair　gave　way；　she　was　left　with　a　lock　in　her　hand　and　a　piece　of　his　ear　in　her　mouth。
　Lilia　heard　the　churn　of　the　limo's　big　gringo　engine　as　it　stopped　in　front　of　her　house。　She　dropped　the　guitar　and　rose　to　her　feet；　drawn　up　by　some　unseen　force。　Outside；　the　sunroof　of　the　limo　slid　open　and　he　sprang　through；　like　a　jack…in…the…box；　like　a　God　lit　up　by　a　shaft　of　moonlight；　and　at　the　exact　same　time；　the　candle　she　was　burning　to　Ochun　flared。
　Lilia　felt　her　feet　start　to　move　before　she　could　even　think；　and　she　was　out　the　door；　in　the　street；　and　she　entered　and　he　was　there；　her　love　was　there　and　beautiful　and　the　years　had　been　kind　to　him　and　she　could　hardly　breathe　as　he　said；　〃I　told　you　I　would　e　and　get　you　in　a　giant　white　chariot。〃　Then　somehow　her　nightgown　melted　off　her　body；　the　feathers　detaching　and　fluttering　around　her。　The　only　thing　she　could　do　was　say　his　name；　the　most　beautiful　word　in　the　world　to　her；　〃Fidelito！〃　Her　whole　body　trembled　as　he　brought　his　lips　to　hers　and　took　her　in　his　arms。　And　then；　nothing。　Something　was　wrong。　No　taste　of　caramel。　She　stroked　his　hair；　started　to　cry　for　their　lost　youth。　As　she　cried；　she　reached　out　to　touch　his　left　ear；　then　to　caress　it。　It　was　smooth；　whole；　unscarred。
　Lilia　jerked　up　wildly；　shoving　with　animal　fury；　shrinking　from　him　as　if　he　had　opened　his　mouth　and　revealed　a　serpent's　tongue。
　When　she　finally　found　her　voice　she　screamed；　〃Fraud！　Where's　my　Fidel？〃
　
　Britt　was　going　to　give　her　lunch　appointment　with　Dash　Brandon　two　chances：　minuscule　and　infinitesimal。　If　she　couldn't　find　a　parking　space　on　Ocean　Drive；　she　would　drive　right　by　Brandon　without　a　glance　in　the　rearview。　She'd　e　up　with　some　excuse　later。　Her　puter　crashed　on　deadline。　The　causeway　bridge　got　stuck　open。　Her　cats　ate　her　homework。
　But　just　as　she　passed　the　corner　of　Ninth　Street；　a　pink　and　white　'56　Chevy　convertible　glided　out　from　the　parking　spot　it　had　occupied　since　the　Reagan　administration；　forcing　Britt　to　slam　on　her　brakes　less　than　a　block　from　the　News　Cafe；　where　Dash　awaited。　She　glanced　suspiciously　at　the　gaping　vacancy　on　the　curb　directly　opposite　her。　She　hadn't　seen　that　much　real　estate　by　a　parking　meter　in　South　Beach　in　months。
　〃What　the　hell；〃　she　sighed；　and　pulled　in。　From　a　table　on　the　terrace；　Dash　and　a　plump　man　wearing　a　dog　collar；　tight　leather　pants；　and　a　T…shirt　that　said　〃SOBE；　where　the　girls　are　strong　and　the　men　are　pretty；〃　watched　South　Beach's　human　smorgasbord　parade　past　the　News　Cafe：　models　and　more　models；　male　and　female；　the　greatest　concentration　of　beauty　that　had　ever　occurred　in　the　history　of　the　planet；　old　retirees　and　young　ultratrendies　dressed　in　the　same　〃vintage〃　outfits；　struggling　artists　splattered　in　paint；　real　estate　agents　frothing　at　the　mouth；　tattooed　Mariel　refugees　smoking　cigars；　punks　with　red　hair；　old　ladies　with　blue　hair；　European　backpackers；　Eurotrash；　topless…G…string　beauties　baking　brown　almost　all　over；　greased　muscle…bound　depilated　gay　boys；　Hasids　in　fur　hats　and　black　coats；　Miami　gangbangers；　pimps；　whores；　celebutantes；　dominatrices。　The　parade　was　framed　by　blowing　coconut　palms；　warm　white　sand；　sparkling　sea。　Windsurfers；　Hobies；　Cigarettes；　yachts；　cruise　ships；　and　sun…bleached　surfers　skimmed　by　on　the　ocean。　Pelicans；　Frisbees；　wild　parrots；　seagulls；　blimps；　kites；　and　airplanes　pulling　advertisements　flew　by　in　the　sky。
　As　the　remnants　of　last　night's　Special　K　drug　dripped　from　his　brain；　Dash　swallowed　down　big　spoonfuls　of　Special　K　cereal。　He　licked　his　lips；　could　not　keep　his　eyes　from　the　bouncing　breasts。　His　panion　inhaled　his　coffee　and　cigarettes；　stared　transfixed　at　the　bulging　men's　baskets。　Britt　walked　up　to　their　table；　Dash　jumped　up；　kissed　her　on　both　cheeks；　and　pulled　a　chair　for　her。
　〃This；〃　Dash　said；　introducing　her　to　Ziff　Bodine；　〃is　the　best　special…effects　man　in　the　business。〃
　Ziff；　Britt　noted；　either　was　wearing　black　nail　polish　or　had　recently　slammed　both　hands　in　a　car　door。
　〃The　most　valuable　prop　for　his　film　is　missing；　stolen；〃　Ziff　blurted。　〃It　would　take　me　weeks　to　reproduce；〃　he　whined。　〃If　we're　going　to　stay　on　schedule…〃
　〃What　is　it？〃
　〃Fidel　Castro；　his　head　actually。〃
　Britt　spit　up　her　coffee　and　stared　at　the　man。
　〃Is　it　。。。　very　lifelike？〃
　Ziff　leaned　back　in　his　chair；　mouth　open　in　surprise。　Then　he　smirked。
　〃Lifelike？〃　His　eyes　shifted　to　Dash。　〃She　wants　to　know　if　it's　lifelike。〃　He　leaned　forward。　〃Did　you　see　Alien　Autopsy？　That　was　my　work。　I　did　that。〃
　〃It　better　be　lifelike；〃　Dash　sneered。　〃It　cost　enough。〃
　Somehow　these　clowns　had　gotten　wind　of　her　situation；　Britt　thought。　Had　to　be　some　elaborate　joke。　But　Dash　leaned　across　the　table；　his　big　hand　on　her　slender　arm。　The　man　gave　her　the　creeps。　She'd　always　hated　to　watch　him　on　the　screen　and　he　wasn't　revising　her　thinking　much　in　the　flesh。
　〃I　had　a　call　on　my　answering　machine　this　morning。　A　woman's　voice。　She　said　if　I　'wanted　my　head'　I　better　show　at　Paulo　Muschino's　house　tonight　for　dinner。　I　want　you　to　go　there　with　me。〃
　Britt　wasn't　sure　she　believed　Dash　had　really　gotten　any　message　like　that；　and　even　if　he　had；　it　might　be　some　kind　of　lame　publicity　stunt。　And　the　last　place　she　wanted　to　be　was　at　some　trendoid　South　Beach　party　on　Dash's　arm。　But　at　this　point；　mention　the　word　〃head〃　and　Britt　was　there。
　〃I'll　e；　Dash；〃　Britt　said。　〃But　this　better　not　be　some　sicko　e…on。〃
　
　As　the　limo　cruised　through　the　South　Beach　evening；　Britt　thought　how　much　she　hated　it；　drecko　sandbar　turned　vulgar　freak　show；　excreter　of　endless　hype；　festering　petri　dish　of　sexual　disease　and　perversion；　a　sure　sign　of　the　apocalypse。　〃What　do　you　think；〃　Britt　said　snarkily；　〃they're　going　to　serve　the　head　as　a　main　course？〃
　Dash　ignored　her。　〃Isn't　South　Beach　the　coolest？〃　Dash　said；　as　the　limo　pulled　onto　Ocean；　a　honky…tonk　on　XTC；　and　stopped　at　Maison　Marzipan。
　〃Isn't　Muschino　the　coolest？〃　Dash　said；　as　they　walked　into　the　fake　Italian　palazzo　owned　by　the　real　Italian。　Britt　remembered　when　it　had　been　a　low…rent　apartment　building　filled　with　friends　of　hers；　struggling　writers　and　artists。
　〃His　clothes　are　the　coolest；〃　Britt　said　sarcastically；　thinking　they　only　looked　good　on　call　boys。
　A　butler；　naked　except　for　white　gloves　and　a　Muschino　scarf　wrapped　around　his　waist；　led　them　through　rooms　that　looked　like　a　vulgar　Hollywood　version　of　Pompeii。　They　passed　through　a　walkway　filled　with　fake　Greek　urns；　into　the　dining　room　filled　with　fake　Chinese　silks。　Everyone　stopped　talking；　looked　up。　Paulo　air…kissed　Dash　on　both　cheeks；　ignored　Britt。　〃You're　here　just　in　time　for　dessert；〃　Paulo　said；　sitting　Dash　next　to　him；　motioning　at　Britt　with　a　flick　of　his　hand。　She　was　seated　at　the　other　end　in　table　Siberia；　between　a　sexless；　no…talent　writer　and　that　lesbian　fox　Antonia　Cesare。　Next　to　Antonia　was　Madonna；　who　was　in　a　liplock　with　that　vapid　bitters　heir　Chris　Angostura。
　Paulo　was　talking　to　Claudia　Schiffer。　〃I　don't　understand；〃　he　said；　waving　his　wineglass　dismissively。　〃What　it　is　you　date？　A　magician？　What　he　do？　Pull　rabbits　out　of　hat？〃
　〃So　what　was　for　dinner？〃　Britt　asked；　picking　up　the　engraved　menu。　〃　'Boiled　loggerhead　turtle　eggs；'　〃　she　read　aloud。　〃　'Florida　panther　steaks　with　bearnaise。　Manatee　mousse。'　〃
　〃It　was　a　Florida　theme　dinner　in　honor　of　Marion　McAlister　Williams；〃　Madonna　said。　〃She　just　died；　or　something。〃
　A　gong　rang　and　Paulo　stood　up。　〃Now　for　dessert；　the　most　endangered　species　of　all；　the　South　Beach　virgin。〃　A　flawless　naked　black　girl；　covered　in　melted　white　chocolate　and　surrounded　by　fresh　fruit；　was　rolled　out　on　a　silver　tray　at　one　end　of　the　table；　while　at　the　same　time　a　flawless　naked　white　boy　covered　in　dark　chocolate　and　surrounded　with　fruit　was　pushed　out　at　the　other　end。　Dash　picked　up　a　peeled　banana　from　next　to　the　girl；　giggled；　and　asked；　〃Where　should　I　dip　it？〃
　The　white…chocolate　confection　opened　her　mouth；　the　icing　cracking　as　she　said；　〃If　you　want　head；　go　to　Hell。〃
　
　Thousands　of　people　holding　VIP　invitations　to　the　grand　opening　of　a　new　nightcl