thirty-eight
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MOTHER TANGO: What’s all this
LEROY: That’s Gomez’s things.
MOTHER TANGO: All of it?
LEROY: All of it.
Mother Tango looks through the things.
LEROY: That’s not to say that these are all the things that he owned, but all of the things on the table are Gomez’s things.
Mother Tango picks up artifacts, newspapers, pictures of JFK.
LEROY: Because, he didn’t live here.
These are only the things he kept at work.
Mother Tango continues to look.
LEROY: I’m sure he had more things where he did live.
In an apartment,
or a house,
or a con-dough-minimum.
Mother Tango looks some more.
LEROY: A duplex, maybe.
MOTHER TANGO: Why JFK?
LEROY: Obsessed with ‘im.
‘im and pictures.
MOTHER TANGO: Pictures?
LEROY: He had a collection of pictures.
He had this idea he was gonna print every picture that come up on the internet and print them out and put them in a book.
Did all right at first, then the internet took off.
MOTHER TANGO: Thank you so much.
LEROY: Sure thing.
Leroy stands there.
MOTHER TANGO: That will be all, thank you.
LEROY: Oh right…
Leroy begins to leave.
LEROY: Say.
Sister Tango.
MOTHER TANGO: Mother, actually.
LEROY: My mistake.
MOTHER TANGO: Most people make it, it’s the habit and all, I understand. What is it my child.
LEROY: Welp,
Mother Tango,
I was wondering if you might hear some of my sins.
Purify me. While you’re here.
MOTHER TANGO: Only Priests can do that.
LEROY: Really?
MOTHER TANGO: Unfortunately.
LEROY: I gotta tell someone.
MOTHER TANGO: Yes, I’m sure. I understand.
LEROY: You sure you couldn’t?
Just this once.
MOTHER TANGO: I’m afraid its important.
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