Agnes Lives – Hallie Elizabeth Newton

He waves as we tuck inside the door. Was friends with Dad. Hey. Good, you? Good. Skip’s absent-minded sashay rustles the headshots near his belt. He turns to me, smiles again, and makes a silent full circle, like Claudia Schiffer on the runway. I was fifteen, sixteen, when he taught me at Dalton.

Are you still with Sonia? That’s awesome. Three kids. Are any of them—aw, musicians! The ukelele is very versatile, and it helps with their math scores, I heard. I still live here, yeah, but not acting. Dad’s mostly in Maine. Are you living here or have you moved to Jersey or … The Hamptons is full of cops and cemeteries, are you kidding?

Anywhere you can’t drive like an Italian is not for me. Have you ever played an Italian? Have you ever played an assassin? The elevator doors open. I want to press the button. I want to pray. The doors close. Dear God, How did you get into the role of a killer? Grant me the strength to realize that there is power in submission. The shift of mercy when one person stands with their head beneath another’s chin.

The burned hand of solitude. The gun range? I see. Doors open into the basement, where, if I’m not mistaken, there used to be a black box theater. Now there are remnants of walls and the sound of jackhammers and just plain old hammers, without the jack, even. Yes, in a way I’m preparing for a role. Except I don’t want the part of the assassin. I want the part of the victim, or—I don’t want to call myself a victim, more like the murderee. I guess you don’t have time to go with me to the gun range?

Jumpsuited men brush past us, carrying out dirty pipes from a bathroom. I wish they’d come do that to my boyfriend’s building. The Atlantic is always improving upon itself. Why do you think I’d be a good assassin? Well, I heard it isn’t as enjoyable when the other half doesn’t resist. I gesture to the ramshackle circle of Virco chairs that situates itself amid the construction: a crumpled drop cloth, depleted Gatorade bottles, tools I don’t know the name of. Never will.

This must be their classroom today. It seems the Atlantic is preparing these young actors for Brooklyn living. Skip has edged me into a corner with many stepladders and cans of paint.

For Felice, who promises I’ll fall in love with New York City again, and for my parents, who once took me to the Thanksgiving Day Parade. 1kitap1.com/en 1kitap1.com/en I think it’s important that people don’t feel alone. —Lou Reed 1kitap1.com/en CONTENTS SEPTEMBER 16, 2014 6:30 A.M. 7:25 A.M. 7:35 A.M. 9:13 A.M. 10:22 A.M. 11:35 A.M. 12:20 P.M. 1:30 P.M. 2:15 P.M. 2:20 P.M. 3:34 P.M. 3:45 P.M. 4:00 P.M. 4:27 P.M. 5:10 P.M. 5:50 P.M.

6:45 P.M. 6:58 P.M. 7:40 P.M. 9:26 P.M. 10:00 P.M. 10:15 P.M. 11:00 P.M. 11:25 P.M. 12:05 A.M. 12:40 A.M. 1:55 A.M. 2:30 A.M. 3:15 A.M. 3:45 A.M. 4:35 A.M. 5:30 A.M. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS A NOTE ON THE AUTHOR 1kitap1.com/en SEPTEMBER 16, 2014 1kitap1.com/en 6:30 A.M. I’m covered in sweat, rolling it out with very little resistance on the knob.

Flushing that lactic acid. Shoulders lowered, triceps and biceps spiraling. Toward me, then away, then toward me again, then away. Around and around until the energy corkscrews out of my fingers and I touch the knob again to the right. Half the class over, half to go. It’s muggy. Hot. We’re up from the saddle. Studio packed with bikes and bodies. Facing the instructor Sarah J and the mirrored wall. Lights off. No one sees my bruised face.

Nathan didn’t notice how swollen I was yesterday, and bruises form overnight. If he’d wanted a blow job, it would have moved the lip filler, but thankfully we have sex without kissing. He just pinches my nipples as hard as possible until he gets an erection. It hurts, but no orgasm, no cry, just like the Bob Marley song. Turning my knob up to feel the ground beneath me. Sarah J’s husky voice says make it sticky, make it thick.

She talks about bikes like they’re hard dicks. Hard because the bike is hard. My face, ouch. Ice and rest are good immediately following the injections, but twenty-four hours after, some professionals recommend exercise so blood flows to the area and breaks down the bilirubin. Bilirubin would be my drag name! I’m clever. I karaoke. I work hard. My body is my temple. SoulCycle makes me memorable. A survivor. Tool. I want to be like Jackie Onassis.

I want to wear a pair of dark sunglasses. SoulCycle is a tribe. A community. And if you want to do your own thing in class, if you want to pedal to your own beat, you better get to the back because this army marches in unison. These other bitches are lazy.

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.

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