Silly Boy

"You silly boy."

"Quit calling me a boy you're barely two years older than me."

"Ok, silly man. Whatever you like."

She sat down on the bed and yanked him in by the waste of his pants, but he pulled away.

"Stop. I’m dead serious. We should get out of here now."

"Ok, if you don’t want, why you here?"

"Not why am I here, why are you here? I know you don’t want to be doing this…"

"Stop. Stop. You go. You go now."

She got up and started to escort him out.

"No wait. Wait. I just want to talk."

"I no get paid to talk."

"Well it’s my money and my time, so what do you care if I want to spend it talking."

"Fine. Stupid boy want to waste money."

She put her robe back on and walked over to the dresser to light a cigarette. Then she sat down on the bed, crossed her legs, and stared at the boy. The boy took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair.

"Look, I know why you’re here."

"Apparently no."

"I know how you got this cut on the back on back of your leg."

He suddenly reached for her leg, but she was startled and slapped his hand away.

"You say you no want. You crazy boy."

"I don’t. I’m sorry. I just want to show you something. Will you stand up. Please."

"Ok, what you do now crazy boy?"

"See this here. This scar. How did you get it?"

"Crazy, stupid boy. Why you want know?"

"I already know. Some guy did it to you when he was forcing you into this. I saw a thing about it on TV."

She sat back down on the bed and looked at him like he was an idiot.

"I have since I was kid. From doctor."

He hesitated for a moment.

"Look, I think I started out wrong. Can I have one of your cigarettes?"

Without breaking her annoyed stare she grabbed the pack and held it out, then lazily handed him the lighter as he sat on the bed.

"300 U.S. for smoke."

He coughed as he took a puff and she giggled and looked away, speaking to herself in Russian.

"Huh, what’d you say?"

"First time smoke too."

"No, it’s not my first time. I’m just not used to these. So are you from here?"

"No."

"Where are you from?"

She pointed. “That way, very far.”

"So what brought you here?"

She mumbled something in Russian after every question.

"Money."

"And how did you come to be doing this."

"I come. I do this. How you come do this?"

"Well, I saw your movie. Then I wanted to come so I bought a ticket… Well first I had to save money… at McDonalds… "

"McDonalds? What are saying crazy boy?"

"I don’t know. I came here because I wanted to save you."

"Save me? From what?"

"From doing something you don’t want to do."

"How you know what I want to do?"

"Well, no one wants to do what you do."

She blew out smoke and did not respond.

"What are you thinking?"

She pointed at the clock with her eyes.

"I think you waste most your time. But young boy, you can still finish good."