"Cry it all out, baby," Maggie said. "Then we'll talk."

It seemed like a long time before Tracy could gain control of herself again. Her cheeks were streaked with her tears as she finally managed to quit sobbing. She pushed herself away from her sister.

"How could you?" Tracy asked again.

"Let me fix you a drink," Maggie said.

Tracy didn't speak as she watched her sister cross to the bar and mix the drink. Tracy wondered that she had never noticed the bouncy way her sister had started walking. Like a whore showing off her merchandise. A jiggle of her full buttocks.

Tracy took the drink and sipped it thankfully. She wanted the sweet sensation that she'd felt the night before. She wanted to forget all that had happened that day.

"So Gary tried to make you," Maggie said.

"Yes," Tracy said.

"What did you do?" Maggie asked.

"What do you think?" Tracy asked. "I told him he could keep his filthy job."

"I don't think you should have done that," Maggie said.

"Why not?" Tracy asked. "I'm not that kind of girl."

"We're all that kind of girl," Maggie laughed. "It just takes some of us longer to find out."

"I can't believe you're saying these things," Tracy said. "You were always a good girl. Maggie."

"I still am," Maggie said casually. "You should ask some of my boyfriends. I'm a very good girl."

"Oh Maggie," Tracy said.

"Listen, Tracy," Maggie said. "I know you're upset now. But you're going to have to grow up and start thinking straight. We're not back in hickville now. We're in the big city and you're going to have to get with it."

"No, I'm not," Tracy said firmly. "Tomorrow I'm going home and I want you to come with me."

"Me?" Maggie questioned incredulously.

"Yes," Tracy said. "I know you're not this kind of girl. You need to get home and get your thinking straightened out. Nobody would ever have to know why…"