**Start:** He ain’t nobody really, bu...

Intimate Apparel

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He ain’t nobody really, but he real sweet. Like a schoolboy, almost. We call him Songbird, ‘cause he sing to speak. He come in like all them others. Hands crude and calloused, a week’s wage in his pockets. But when we done I didn’t want him to leave and I asked him to have a drink. Fool drunk up all my liquor, but it ain’t bother me. [...]

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Comes three times a week on schedule like the iceman. He was here last night until midnight, but he don’t ever stay later. He just leaves his scent, which lingers until two a.m. or three, and I lie awake until it disappears.

Nottage, Lynn. Intimate Apparel. Dramatists Play Service, New York, NY, 2005. p. 47.

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