Don’t talk to me like that, Shannon said and slapped my face.
I’m sorry, I said, lowering my head like a dog with its tail between its legs. I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately.
Neither do I, but fuck you, Shannon said.
Fuck me? I said. No, fuck you.
I said it first, Shannon said. Don’t fucking copy me.
God! I hate you sometimes, I said.
Well, you always want to fuck me.
Do so too! Shannon said.
So what if you’re right. I shrugged. I want to fuck you, and what about it? I said.
A priest, who I hadn’t seen before, walks behind me, bites his bottom lip.
Shannon doubled over, laughing.
I slap the priest and baptize him face-first in a nearby pool. Creep! I said.
Shannon wraps her arms around me. No, there’s the tough guy I’ve been missing. Fuck you, I said and kissed her.