Hearts in Atlantis by Stephen Harris Morley King

Author:Stephen Harris Morley King [King, Stephen Harris Morley]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
ISBN: 9780671024246
Amazon: 0671024248
Publisher: Pocket
Published: 1999-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

'I bet you're the only college student in America that brought Diane Renee Sings Navy Blue to school with him,' Skip said. 'It's wrong, Nate. This belongs back in your attic, along with the wiener pants I bet you wore to all the high-school pep rallies and church socials.'

If wiener pants meant polyester Sansabelt slacks with that weird and purposeless little buckle in the back, I suspected Nate had brought most of his collection with him . . . was, in fact, wearing a pair at that very moment. I said nothing, though. I picked up a framed picture of my own girlfriend and spied my meal ticket behind it. I grabbed it and stuffed it in the pocket of my Levi's.

'That's a good record,' Nate said with dignity. 'That's a very good record.

It. . . swings'

'Swings, does it?' Skip asked, tossing it back onto Nate's bed. (He refused to reshelve Nate's records because he knew it drove Nate bugfuck.) '"My steady boy said ship ahoy and joined the Nay-yay-vee"? If that fits your definition of good, remind me never to let you give me a fuckin physical.'

'I'm going to be a dentist, not a doctor,' Nate said, clipping off each word. Cords were beginning to stand out on his neck. So far as I know, Skip Kirk was the only person in Chamberlain Hall, maybe on the whole campus, who could get under my roomie's thick Yankee skin. 'I'm in pre-dent, do you know what the dent in pre-dent means? It means teeth, Skip! It means - '

'Remind me to never let you fill one of my fuckin cavities.'

'Why do you have to say that all the time?'

'What?' Skip asked, knowing but wanting Nate to say it. Nate eventually would, and his face always turned bright red when he finally did. This fascinated Skip. Everything about Nate fascinated Skip; the Captain once told me he was pretty sure Nate was an alien, beamed down from the planet Good Boy.

'Fuck,' Nate Hoppenstand said, and immediately his cheeks became rosy. In a few moments he looked like a Dickens character, some earnest young man sketched by Boz. 'That.'

'I had bad role models,' Skip said. 'I dread to think about your future, Nate. What if Paul Anka makes a fuckin comeback?'

'You've never heard this record,' Nate said, snatching up Diane Renee Sings Navy Blue from the bed and putting it back between Mitch Miller and Stella Stevens Is in Love!

'Never fuckin want to, either,' Skip said. 'Come on, Pete, let's eat. I'm fuckin starving.'

I picked up my geology text - there was a quiz coming up the following Tuesday. Skip took it out of my hand and slung it back onto the desk, knocking over the picture of my girlfriend, who wouldn't fuck but who would give a slow, excruciatingly pleasant handjob when she was in the mood. Nobody gives a handjob like a Catholic girl. I've changed my mind about a lot of things in the course of my life, but never about that.

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