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Nothing wrong with liking girls, I don’t guess.
TILDA
No, I mean, she likes ’em likes ’em!
Tilda stares at Dessi meaningfully through the smoke and Dessi shrugs.
DESSI
I know what you meant. I got an uncle who is… like that. He ain’t hurting nobody. Mama always said they oughta leave that boy alone.
TILDA
That’s what your mama say?
Tilda lights up and takes the cigarette between her lips, leaving a red ring of lipstick on the cigarette. Dessi gulps, never looking away from Tilda’s mouth as she smokes.
DESSI (SOUNDING BREATHLESS)
Yeah, that’s what she say.
Tilda passes the cigarette to Dessi, who accepts and places her lips where Tilda’s red lipstick is. They don’t look away.
Later, they try to sneak past Gerald to get out of the club.
GERALD
Naw, girl! We had a deal. Pay up! Flash me them titties!
Tilda starts to walk toward him, but at the last minute grabs Dessi’s hand and they take off running, laughing and looking over their shoulders all the way home to see if Gerald is in pursuit.
When they reach their apartment, Dessi fumbles with the keys, both giggling and hushing each other so they won’t wake the other tenants on the floor. Once inside, they stumble to the bedroom they share, swaying and holding each other up. Dessi goes to her small twin bed and begins undressing. As she’s removing her shirt, Tilda comes up behind her and kisses her shoulder.
DESSI (WITH A NERVOUS LAUGH)
What you… what you doing, Tilda?
TILDA (KISSING ALONG HER NECK)
What you want me to do all night, Bama.
DESSI (TURNING)
I ain’t ever… well, I don’t know…
TILDA (SMILING DRUNKENLY)
You never kissed a girl before? Ain’t nothing to it.
DESSI
You done it?
TILDA
Want me to show you?
DESSI (UNCERTAINLY)
