twentyMadge said Sheila was a slut.
“But, hell, men are men, you know. They f**k like bunnies, most of ‘em, wherever and whenever. Just go into any bar on Castro Street if you don’t believe me. So you’ve got to forgive him, forgive and forget, that’s what I always say. Well, sometimes say. He’s a good man, but, hell, Vietnam and all. As far as Sheila is concerned, I wouldn’t give you half a f**k for her.”
“She is a bit of a w***e,” Robin said. “With all her one night stands ... She doesn’t look slutty, though.”
“I think she does,” Madge said.
They sat at a simple plank table in the middle of Madge’s beautiful kitchen, drinking Maxwell House Coffee, smoking cigarettes and nibbling day old white cake. Robin loved Madge’s kitchen, simple but still elegant. The counter was L-shaped, with m
