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Maureen looked up at my. "I can't." she said. "I feel like by taking this, I am just admitting that I am weak." She began to cry harder. "Maureen, you have to take this. If you don't take this you will become weaker and weaker." I was trying to make her feel better. "Oh, Marky…" She never finished that sentence. She just kept sobbing. "If you won't do it for me…" It was going to kill me to finish this sentence, "Then do it for Joanne."
She took her head off my shoulder. The tears stopped. Her face died. She just stared at me blankly. Oh, shit I thought. What does my face look like right now? Shit! Stop smiling. Okay say something. Any words would be nice. Stop smiling. "Honey, it's okay." She took her AZT and went inside leaving me alone in the cold. Honey? That's what I called her? Damn it! And why wouldn't Joanne go with Maureen? I would kill to be in Joanne's shoes. I would take Maureen with or without the aids. No, stop! You're making it sound like she's on a menu. Wouldn't it be cool if she was? No! Stop thinking about her like that! You don't love her. Well, maybe… I need to think. I went inside.
I walked in and was happy to find Joanne had left. But I guess she and Maureen went with her because she was gone too. Collin's called me over. He offered me a drink almost jokingly knowing that every other night before this one I had said 'no.' but tonight I did something I hadn't done since I got Maureen pregnant… I got drunk.
Straight lines got curvy. Straight boys looked gay. Everything was topsy- turvy. I ran to the bathroom to view my dinner in reverse. I came out of the bathroom, stumbled a little, and fell on my side. I don't remember anything after that. The next morning I woke up in my bed. Collin's was there. "You okay man?" He asked. "Yeah" I lied. I had a terrible headache and couldn't remember anything. "What happened last night?" I asked? "You were wasted. Fell smack on the floor. Angel and I brought you back here. "Where is she?" I asked. "Home. Which is where I'm about to be. But, you sure you're okay?" He was making sure. "Yeah" I said. No. But I let him go home to Angel. "Ok see you later." He closed the door.
I went over to Rachel's room. She wasn't there. I looked in the kitchen, living room, no Rachel. I called Maureen. Joanne picked up the phone. "Hello?" She said. "Hi. Is Maureen there?" I asked. "No, she and Rachel went out. Such a sweet girl. You raised her right." I was so happy to hear that she was with Maureen. "How's Maureen feeling?" I asked almost without thinking. "She's okay. She took her AZT. I think she's just adjusting to the fact she has aids. Oh, and Mark, Maureen wanted me to tell you she really wants you at tonight's show. It has no metaphors about cows or deserts. It's just the cold hard facts. It's about aids."