“Come on, Frank. What do you think the average education level of those people is? Maybe high school? Probably a little lower?”
“I guess, I hadn’t thought about it.”
“Well, think about it. Those people are just like those snake handlers in the mountains and any of those holy rollers in Mississippi. They’re just looking for something good in life and they think people like Taylor give it to them.”
“In other words, you’re saying we should back off on this whole thing?”
“Maybe not back off, but just let it stew a few days. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Now I wish I hadn’t said anything to Mr. Lacy.”
“Probably you shouldn’t have, but that’s the story of your life, premature ejaculation.”
“Premature ejaculation? What the hell do you know about my ejaculations?”
“You have always opened your mouth before you should. The world doesn’t have to always be informed.”
“What are you babbling about, Priest?”
“There isn't always an urgency to say something. You don’t have to rush to tell what you know, or even think.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I’m talking about Peggy.”
“Peggy? Peggy who?”
“Far as I’m concerned, the finest girl you ever dated was Peggy Flye. You remember Peggy and don’t tell me you don’t.”
“Yes, I remember Peggy.”
“She was cute. She was smart. And she loved your ass off.”
“Yea, what about her?”
“I have no doubt you would have eventually married that girl, if you had just have kept your mouth shut. Premature ejaculation.”
“Shows what you know, I never got past second base with Peggy.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about. It’s not always about sex.”
“Well, if premature ejaculation isn’t about sex, I don’t know what it’s about.”
“It’s a metaphor, ass. It means shooting off your mouth before it’s time. It means telling Peggy Flye you love her on the forth date and scaring the hell out of her.”
“How do you know what I told her and when I said it? That collar you wear give you some sort of psychic powers?”
“No, but if you’ll remember, I was in the back seat with Barbara Nash. I heard every word you said. She was all over you. You tell her you love her and the next thing I hear is you asking her what’s wrong? That was your last date too, wasn’t it?”
“I don’t remember. That was over twenty years ago. And I don’t know how come you are so well versed in my life, especially something that long ago.”
“Because you are my best friend and I knew that night you had blown a good thing, a real good thing. Hell, half the boys in school would have given anything just to talk to Peggy Flye, and here you were dating her and blew it. No, I’ll never forget that.”
“I think you’re making a mountain out of. . . “
“Shut up!”
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