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Taking Chances, by E. L. Van Hine and L.H. Nicoll
MaineWriter:
And a famous exchange from Chapter 40:
“Where’d you say Ellery was?” He sat down on the sofa heavily, putting the ice pack back on the side of his face.
“I would say, that’ll be him,” Joe said, standing back up again as headlights swept the windows. Moments later, Ellery came in the door, eyes only for Ennis as he dropped his overnight bag.
“Oh sweetheart what’d he do?”
Joe cleared his throat.
Ennis looked up at Ellery in a kind of slow shock, taking in the blue boots, the tight black denims and brief vest, then finally the ponytail and earring. “What the fuck are you WEARING?” Ennis said, voice cracking.
“Oh. Shit. Yeah. Guess I better change.” Ellery stepped through the living room, suddenly self conscious in front of his colleague, and tossed back over his shoulder. “Hey there Joe. You take his statement, okay?” and went in to the bedroom to change. He only wished he could have provoked that reaction from Ennis under better circumstances.
L
mariez:
--- Quote from: MaineWriter on January 01, 2007, 03:21:31 pm ---
And I have my eye on 4000. I keep asking myself, is this something I should be proud of? LOL.
L
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LOL!! Of course - just one more thing to be proud of, Queen of Schmoop! :laugh:
Nice variety of quotes, Leslie - a lot happened in these chapters. Jumping back to Chapter 38:
“No, this here is Wayne from Ellery’s bar. He got ta talk to someone about Bill Early, an I ain’t no police so I didn’t want ta hear none of it myself.”
“You need ta talk to Joe or the Sheriff. Let me see if Joe’s still here.” She jumped up, and Wayne began to move away. Ennis snagged his arm and held it in a stiff grip.
“You do got flabby arms. I take it you haven’t done no horseback ridin lessons.”
“Fuck off Ennis, I swear. You hate my kind so badly you shouldn’t even be allowed in the Red Stallion.”
“Shut up Wayne,” he growled. Just then the stubby figure of Joe Tooey appeared at the door. “News a Bill you say?” he smiled.
Ennis nodded, wordless, keeping an iron grip on Wayne’s arm.
“You want a donut, coffee?”
“Oh a donut!” Wayne enthused, trying to break away.
LOL! What a great tension-breaker Wayne is! We can always count on Wayne to give us a laugh - he is one of a kind!
Thanks - Marie
mariez:
From Chapter 37:
“Jesus Christ. I found me an Ennis,” he whispered.
Now that he had a face... a very memorable face, one that was more familiar to him than his own, he had some chance of canvassing. But in the meantime, he had a call to make.
“Huh... hello?”
“Weiss?”
“Cantrell? You still in town?”
“Yeah, sorry ta get ya out of bed but I had a question ta ask ya. Does the name Justin Worrell mean anythin ta you?”
“Worrell. Justin you said? No, but there’s a judge by the name in the criminal court, old guy now, he might be retired. Not a real common name around here Cantrell. Why you askin?”
“Just followin up, I found out who Twist was meetin down here an he lives in Austin. An I can’t find fuck all on him, not even his marriage license. Just got his Texas driver’s license.”
“Well if he’d been in trouble you know how judges look after their own, maybe he’s related to the judge. You can find HIM in Who’s who... he is all over the damn place. Listen Cantrell I got ta sleep. Call me sometime after dinner if ya need anything more.”
“Sure enough, sorry about that, Weiss.”
He hung up, plucking his lip. Deeper and deeper. He headed back to the library then to look up Judge Worrell before it closed. Then it would be off to the Lone Star, this time to stake it out.
Amidst the themes of love, acceptance, forgiveness, etc. - Louise gave us a helluva mystery, too!
Thanks - Marie
MaineWriter:
All right re-readers...
I am actually posting a little early today because I have a busy day tomorrow and might not do the quotes justice. Today's reading assignment, chapters 41-45:
http://louisev.livejournal.com/38743.html
Ennis opened the bedroom door in time to see Ellery taking the band from his hair, the earring already out, the lizardskin boots kicked into a corner.
“What the fuck is this?” Ennis said, voice hushed.
“That is one hell of a bruise sweetheart. You need a big cut a steak on yer jaw.”
“Where did you get those horrible boots? You look like a...”
“A queer, sweetheart. I was stakin out a queer bar. I had ta blend in. I thought I’d surprise ya at the airport. Well... surprise.”
“Jesus Christ. And... an earring?” He held a hand up to Ellery’s guilty earlobe. “Is this some new thing yer gonna start in doin?”
Ellery frowned. “Now hold on. I told you I was makin a stakeout. Piercins close up. I had a piercin a long time ago an you didn’t know nothin about it. And no it ain’t no new look. I thought you might find it ... excitin.”
A gentle knock came on the bedroom door. “Uh, gentlemen....” came Joe’s mild voice.
“No I ain’t found it excitin!” Ennis hissed, dropping his voice now. “Don’t... just don’t... do it around me.”
Ellery was unhappy, but bit back his anger in light of Ennis’s injury. “We’re comin Joe, just changin.”
“Don’t change completely okay Ellery? Just the clothes,” he joked through the door, and then Ennis heard him moving away.
“I’m changin my clothes now Ennis. I promise.”
Ennis turned, wordless, and left the room. “I tol you everythin Joe, that was it.”
This was such an interesting exchange...Ennis really tries to believe he was "jacksexual" and now, "ellerysexual" but here he has cold, hard evidence that Ellery is queer and knows what queers do...like get their ears pierced and wear blue boots. It is so interesting how Ennis holds things at arms length, and is now struggling with it.
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MaineWriter:
I remember when this was first written, people were dying...DYING...for bottom!Ennis. Here is the first hint that that wish might come true...
Ennis found the cigar box and lighted one, Ellery curling up next to him, one long lean thigh wrapped around his. Ennis took a drag from it and handed it off, Ellery wiping his sticky fingers on his drawers before accepting it. “You sure do like me pokin around down there.”
“Yeah.”
“I’d like ta try it with my cock sometime.”
“So you said.” Ennis took the cigar from his hand once again, not looking at him.
“Think you might be willin ta try?”
“Maybe. Fingers feel good....” he said, tentatively.
“You never done this, taken a cock?”
He shook his head. “You sure like it though. Jack sure liked it a whole lot.”
“That’s cause it feels good sweetheart. Jest different is all.”
“I’ll tell ya when okay?”
L
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