The Jeffrey Eugenides Three-Book Collection: The Virgin Suicides, Middlesex, the Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides

Author:Jeffrey Eugenides
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, General, Literary Collections
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2014-03-20T03:26:27+00:00

"No," Joe Hill Conley said.

Then no one spoke. Everyone's attention returned to the bottle Trip Fontaine held in his hand. Reflections from the disco ball glittered on the bottle's surface, illuminating the inflamed fruit on the label.

"Peach schnapps," Trip Fontaine explained years later, in the desert, drying out from that and everything else. "Babes love it."

He had purchased the liqueur with a fake 1. D. that afternoon, and had carried it in the lining of his jacket all evening. Now, as the other three watched, he unscrewed the bottle cap and sipped the syrup that was like nectar or honey. "You have to taste it with a kiss," he said. He held the bottle to Lux's lips, saying, "Don't swallow." Then, taking another swig, he brought his mouth to Lux's in a peach-flavored kiss.

Her throat gurgled with captive mirth. She laughed, a trickle of schnapps dripped down her chin where she caught it with one ringed hand, but then they grew solemn, faces pressed together, swallowing and kissing. When they stopped, Lux said, "That stuff's really good."

Trip handed the bottle to Joe Hill Conley. He held it to Bonnie's mouth, but she turned away. I don't want any," she said. "Come on," Trip said.

"Just a taste."

"Don't be a goody-goody," said Lux.

Only the strip of Bonnie's eyes was visible, and in the silver light they filled with tears. Below, in the dark where her mouth was, Joe Hill Conley thrust the bottle. Her moist eyes widened. Her cheeks filled.

"Don't swallow it," Lux commanded. And then Joe Hill Conley spilled the contents of his own mouth into Bonnie's. He said she kept her teeth together throughout the kiss, grinning like a skull. The peach schnapps passed back and forth between his mouth and hers, but then he felt her swallowing, relaxing. Years later, Joe Hill Conley boasted that he could analyze a woman's emotional makeup by the taste of her mouth, and insisted he'd stumbled on this insight that night under the bleachers with Bonnie. He could sense her whole being through the kiss, he said, as though her soul escaped through her lips, as the Renaissance believed. He tasted first the grease of her Chap Stick, then the sad Brussels-sprout flavor of her last meal, and past that the dust of lost afternoons and the salt of tear ducts. The peach schnapps faded away as he sampled the juices of her inner organs, all slightly acidic with woe.

Sometimes her lips grew strangely cold, and, peeking, he saw she kissed with her frightened eyes wide open. After that, the schnapps went back and forth. We asked the boys if they had talked intimately with the girls, or asked them about Cecilia, but they said no. "I didn't want to ruin a good thing," Trip Fontaine said. And Joe Hill Conley: "There's a time for talk and a time for silence." Even though he tasted mysterious depths in Bonnie's mouth, he didn't search them out because he didn't want her to stop kissing him.

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