Sûrah LXXVII
THE EMISSARIES
"And what will convey unto thee what the Day of Decision is!"

77
LIAISON

AMY

Did Zahra say she was heading on home?

PISTOL

Nope.

AMY

Maybe we should fetch her.

Pistol shrugs with glib indifference.

PISTOL

Suit yourself. I'm off to work.

He leaves. Duke follows. Judy, no less stricken by her menstrual cramps, retires. The kitchen—save for Greer and Amy—is abandoned.

GREER

So who's the lucky fella?

Amy looks askance, on guard, well-aware of Greer's misconduct-leavened jealousy.

AMY

None of your business, in the first place. In the second place, he's a she.

GREER

That goddamn immigrant... shit; I knew it!

AMY

Wrong! My lover isn't Zahra.

Greer's expression makes it clear he disbelieves.

GREER

Alright then, who? Not that it matters. You prefer a dyke to me? I think that's bull.

AMY

Because you're heterosexually biased.

GREER

Cut the crap.

AMY

You think a woman, given a choice, will always choose a man.

GREER

For sex; that's right.

AMY

Well, not in my case.

GREER

Oh? Since when! What kinda comic-book cunt-psychology's got you doubting human nature? Mammals mate, "go forth and multiply," as in fuck for kicks and kids. I s'pose you faked those orgasms we had.

AMY

No; not all of them.

GREER

What! Be serious. You're as straight as P.A.'s stacked.

AMY

Who's...?

GREER

Pamela Anderson.

AMY

That's your problem; you think "feminine" equals "tits" and precious little else. Phoebe asks my opinion.

GREER

Huh? Who?

AMY

Listens when I talk. And thinks I'm really smart. I am!

GREER

Yeah, right. What's that got to do with sex?

AMY

It makes our touching, I don't know, special. We're connected, in a way that gives me value... as a person, not an object... like my whole self shares with hers. I mean... well, all of this is new, Greer. When you rang her bell this morning I felt guilty...

GREER

When I what?

AMY

Oh, don't pretend. A woman knows when she's being spied on. Anyway, having someone watch made me feel icky, like unclean, like I'd been caught doing something nasty—which really isn't fair. Not to her or me. This woman wants me, maybe even loves me; that makes sex feel great.; not wrong or weird; it's more like... natural.

GREER

You're delusional. And I was NOT playing Peeping Tom. Do you think I'd watch two perverts get-it-on as best they could, as if I cared? You ever you want the real McCoy again, you know where to find me.

Mustering the remains of his demolished manly ego, Greer decamps from the kitchen. Amy sits deserted—feeling absent half herself or replete with newfound pride.