Mama, I want to tell you what I’ve been doing. … I do. I’ve been with a man a whole week. Let me tell you the truth for once in my life. … Mama. We, we both know what kind of a girl I’ve been, we both know where I’ve been through. … Mama you have to. Unless I can be honest with you about yesterday, how can you believe me today? … I’m different. Mama I am different. Yesterday it was men, a whole world full of men, but … Mama, face it. I was the slut of all-time. … If only you’d done that before, long ago, every time I came home all soaked through with gin.
BUtterfield 8, Gloria Wandrous