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What's a Mongol? Della asks Froggie, her cousin. He sits beside her on her bed, flicking through her CDs. What people used to call people with Downs, he says, taking out a Talking Heads album, gazing at the cover. Why? Who said it? Della stares at him, tongue resting on her lower lip, her eyes bright, drinking him all in. Man on the bus said to me. The ******* Froggie says. ******* Della looks at Froggie's tattooed hands. Not nice person, he says. She lays her head on his tattooed arm. He flicks some more CDs. Man said sit elsewhere to me. If I'd been there, I'd have floored him. Floored him? Della twirls a finger in a lock of hair. Flattened the *** She closes her bright eyes, imagines the man flattened. Did you? What? Sit elsewhere. She nods. I'd have thrown him off the fecking bus, Froggie says, taking out an Oasis album and turning it over. She opens her eyes, rubs her head on the tattooed arm. Man said I shouldn't be out in public. Why? Said they used to lock my type up. Who was this prat? Don't know. Stranger on the bus. Froggie puts down CDs and rubs her head. She looks at him, feels his hand rubbing her head. Never should have been locked up years ago, Froggie says. Were they? Yes, Uncle said they were, he worked in a mental hospital years back. Why? Froggie kisses her head. People were ignorant or ashamed; locked them out of sight. Why? She hugs Froggie's tattooed arm. Don't know, Del. She closes her eyes. Tears seep. Run her cheek. Froggie wipes them off with his finger and licks it. Not worry crying over. She kisses his arm, hairy, tattooed, blue and red, yellow. Put on the Stone Roses. Della takes the CD and puts it on her lap top and sits next to Froggie. They kiss lips and rub noses.
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
RUBBING NOSES.
What's a Mongol? Della asks Froggie, her cousin. He sits beside her on her bed, flicking through her CDs. What people used to call people with Downs, he says, taking out a Talking Heads album, gazing at the cover. Why? Who said it? Della stares at him, tongue resting on her lower lip, her eyes bright, drinking him all in. Man on the bus said to me. The ******* Froggie says. ******* Della looks at Froggie's tattooed hands. Not nice person, he says. She lays her head on his tattooed arm. He flicks some more CDs. Man said sit elsewhere to me. If I'd been there, I'd have floored him. Floored him? Della twirls a finger in a lock of hair. Flattened the *** She closes her bright eyes, imagines the man flattened. Did you? What? Sit elsewhere. She nods. I'd have thrown him off the fecking bus, Froggie says, taking out an Oasis album and turning it over. She opens her eyes, rubs her head on the tattooed arm. Man said I shouldn't be out in public. Why? Said they used to lock my type up. Who was this prat? Don't know. Stranger on the bus. Froggie puts down CDs and rubs her head. She looks at him, feels his hand rubbing her head. Never should have been locked up years ago, Froggie says. Were they? Yes, Uncle said they were, he worked in a mental hospital years back. Why? Froggie kisses her head. People were ignorant or ashamed; locked them out of sight. Why? She hugs Froggie's tattooed arm. Don't know, Del. She closes her eyes. Tears seep. Run her cheek. Froggie wipes them off with his finger and licks it. Not worry crying over. She kisses his arm, hairy, tattooed, blue and red, yellow. Put on the Stone Roses. Della takes the CD and puts it on her lap top and sits next to Froggie. They kiss lips and rub noses.
People used to call people with Downs Syndrome, Mongols or Mongoloids.
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
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