Narcisa by Jonathan Shaw

Author:Jonathan Shaw
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2015-02-09T05:00:00+00:00

59. OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

“IF THE INFANTILE PSYCHE PERSISTS INTO ADULT LIFE, HOW WILL ITS PRESENCE BE MANIFESTED?”

—Harry M. Tiebout, M.D.

As we rode along, Narcisa kept wobbling around behind me, jabbering, chattering like a mad chimpanzee. As I picked up speed and turned off into the crowded streets of Copacabana, she was barely hanging on.

Ignoring my pleas to keep still, she continued jerking, shifting her weight back and forth, bouncing up and down on the seat, nearly making me lose control and fly into oncoming traffic . . . Jesus fuck! At this rate we’ll both be dead before I get this freak home . . . If there’s one thing that really burns my ass, it’s a cunt who can’t hold still on the back of a fucking bike!

After a second close call, I was done.

I pulled over to the side of the avenida, skidding to a halt right in front of the old Holiday Bar—the place where I’d found Narcisa standing in the fog after her inglorious return from New York. I cut the motor and sat there in silence, fuming.

“What de fock you doing here, Cigano? No-oo! I don’ wan’ you e’stop at these e’stupid place now, go, go! Anda, porra, vaii-iii! Go go, go . . .”

Turning around, I put my pissed-off face up hers and shouted back. “I don’t give a shit what you want, Narcisa! Shut th’ fuck up!”

Sparks of rage crackled in high-voltage oscillating flames between us, like two snarling Rottweilers straining at their leashes.

“I wanna go now! Go, porra! Go! Go! Go!”

I spat back, mimicking her. “‘I want, I want! Go go go!’ That’s all you ever wanna do, Narcisa! Go go go! Nothing’s good enough, no place is ever right! The beach? Too much sand! Water’s too fuckin’ wet! Always hassling me, bitching, pissing, moaning! Go go go! Wanna go here, wanna go there. Well fuck that shit! Now I’m stopping, cuz ya can’t even sit still on the back of a fuggin’ motorcycle goin’ eighty kilometers an hour, ya daffy cow! Fuck you, Narcisa! Ya got a death wish, no problem, but you ain’t taking me with ya, tá ligada! No fuckin’ way, got it? Got it now? Understand?”

She glared back at me for a second. Then, in a lightning flash, she was off the bike, standing at the curb, screaming, bellowing, eyes bugging, foaming at the mouth, spittle flying.

“You focking fock, you e’sheet e’stupid fock, I ha-ate you, Cigano! You have destroy my life an’ make me crazy!! I hate you, hate hate ha-ate you, e’stupid dick!! You never gonna see me again, never gonna touch me again, you gonna go an’ jack off forever now! Go an’ find de fat ugly old nigger whoo-oore! You can go fock you e’self, cuz I never gonna fock you again! Nunca!!”

She pointed at the whorehouse and raged on. “I gonna go back to these focking puteiro! An’ then I gonna fock everybody, but never more with you! Va se foder! I

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