Phil thought of his mother again, the harsh lines on her face, the sneers of contempt at who he was, the patent dislike and disdain she had always carried towards him. “I didn’t do anything for you.”
“Sure you did. Indian xxx Here he was. They spoke of an older New York, the New York of tenements and immigrants and garment workers, they whose hands had built America. Sue was lying seductively on the bed, her chains slithering along her body. “So why haven’t you done this with your husband?”
She looked wistful. “Amarillo?”
“It’s my hometown, in Texas,” said Sue without further explanation. “Do you see that girl? But until then, it’s all about what I like. “You read a lot, don’t you, master? You’ve acted like a whore for so long that people treat you like one.
