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Gender unspecified | 40s | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 14
EXTRACT: Marvelously, the table began to rock, gently at first, then violently, to-and-fro. I must admit, I thought our hostess was deceiving us, rocking the little table with her knees, when suddenly she rose, her eyes rolled back into her head, and she spoke in an other-worldly voice, eerily deep and masculine. “Lola, it is I, Alex.” Alex, is it really you? I turned on her – do not mock me lady, for I will kill you. But she stayed in this state. Alex, how can I be sure it is really you? Do you remember Montemarte, and the banana?
Female | 40s | 5 to 10 minutes
Starts on page 22
EXTRACT: They all have filthy beards, teeth like pickets ‘round a claim. Beards oiled and encrusted with gems. Golden hands of Midas, ready to touch. Your faces, little golden shells, your hands, little open flowers. You are my only salvation. Money is our only salvation. Money is life and what am I if I can’t live? You will find never me walking the streets, dead. Money alone can’t buy this. I never sold it for nothing. Everything I have done, I have done for love. Or money. Or for the love of money. This has never been anybody’s body but mine.