Further Tales of the City (Tales of the City Series, V. 3)
Armistead Maupin
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0060924926
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The calamity-prone residents of 28 Barbary Lane are at it again in this deliciously dark novel of romance and betrayal. While Anna Madrigal imprisons an anchorwoman in her basement, Michael Tolliver looks for love at the National Gay Rodeo, DeDe Halcyon Day and Mary Ann Singleton track a charismatic psychopath across Alaska, and society columnist Prue Giroux loses her heart to a derelict living in a San Francisco park.
star.” She held up a large Hefty Bag. “Care for a darling bow-wow?” Ned looked into the bag. “Stuffed animals? What for?” “My show. What else?” “They’re some sort of bargain, huh?” “Factory seconds. God, it’s so depressing, Ned. Get me out of here, will you? Abduct me or something. Hasn’t________got an extra cabana he could hide me in?” Ned smiled. “I’m afraid it’s one of his all-boy weekends.” “How dumb,” said Mary Ann. “I think so, too. But he’s sort of an old-world fag.” “Big deal.
that you think you can do for the revolution?’ I knew I couldn’t lie to him, so I told him I had no skills, and he said: ‘You buy things, don’t you?’ So that’s what I ended up doing. I became a kind of procurement officer for Jonestown.” “What was your schedule like?” “Well, twice a week I took the Cudjoe, this little shrimp boat that belonged to the Temple. I caught it in Port Kaituma …” “I’m afraid I don’t know …” “The nearest village. On the Barima River. The airstrip is there. Where they
don’t mean being homosexual,” said Michael. “I wouldn’t change that for anything. I love men.” “I’ve noticed.” “I guess I’m talking about the culture,” Michael continued. “The Galleria parties. The T-shirts with the come-fuck-me slogans. The fourteen different shades of jockstraps and those goddamn mirrored sunglasses that toss your own face back at you when you walk into a bar. Phony soldiers and phony policemen and phony jocks. Hot this, hot that. I’m sick of it, Ned. There’s gotta be another
someone could prove to me conclusively that he was really dead …” “What about those Temple members?” DeDe grimaced. “They were useless. They wanted no part of it. They treated me like I was crazy or something.” Mary Ann said nothing. “Mary Ann … please … don’t write me off just yet.” DeDe looked at her imploringly as her eyes filled with tears. “I haven’t even gotten to the crazy part.” Mary Ann took her hand. “Go ahead,” she said. “I’m listening.” “I don’t know what to do,” sobbed DeDe.
“Children can be so insistent,” said Luke, caressing Prue’s neck in the darkness. “How’s that?” A low chuckle. “He wants his fire engine.” “The little boy?” “Uh-huh. It’s in the garden at the old lady’s house. He’s been missing it since Sitka. I promised him I’d get it for him. I guess that’s the least his Dad can do.” Silence. “Do you think that’s foolish?” “No. Not at all. I think it’s sweet.” “I found the address on his luggage. I hope it’s the right one.” “In Hillsborough?” “Uh-huh.