…sex is something you can’t put back where you got it…
Monroe D. Underwood
Betsy came in shortly after four.
I felt her get into bed.
We didn’t touch each other.
After daylight I heard the phone ring a couple of times.
At ten o’clock Betsy shook me awake.
Very gently.
I said what’s up?
Betsy said Old Dad Underwood was tending bar at Wallace’s last night.
I said Betsy did you wake me up to tell me that?
Betsy said he was raped by Myrtle Culpepper.
She said Myrtle Culpepper left him five hundred dollars.
I said well what’s he bitching about?
I said he had a lot better night than I did.
I said is he all right?
Betsy said oh sure.
She said he has fallen head-over-heels in love with Myrtle Culpepper.
She said he is writing a song about her.
She said he says it will be better than “When the Golden Beer is Foaming in Wyoming.”
I said that’s great.
I said they were made for each other.
I went back to sleep.