15 1 Leading and following “I mean you ain’t natural, that’s what I mean. It’s time you started worrying about your hair and doing those things that girls are supposed to do.” “Since when are you telling me what to do, lardass? I can still lay you out flat.” Leroy backed off a few paces, because he knew it was true and he wasn’t up for no fight especially since we were near a bed of sandspurs. “How come you’re all of a sudden so interested in my being a lady?” “I dunno. I like you the way you are, but then I get confused. If you’re doing what you please, out there riding around on motorcycles, then what am I supposed to do? I mean how do I know how to act if you act the same way?” “What goddamn difference does it make to you what I do? You do what you want and I do what I want.” “Maybe I don’t know what I want,” his voice wavered. “Besides, I’m a chicken and you’re not. You really would go around on a candy apple red Triumph and give people the finger when they stared at you. I don’t want people down on me.” Leroy started to cry. I pulled him close to me, and we sat on the bank of the canal that was stinking in the noon sun. [...] to lay somebody flat – rota sandspurs – stingandi illgresi to waver – hér: skjálfa/titra a chicken – skræfa to get down on someone – verða reiður út í einhvern
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