They'd gone to a wig store for black women to purchase Nelson a wig. It was long and amazingly sexy. Oliver combed it out, back at Nelson's place. A house-trailer out on the edge of town.
"So there is someone?" Nelson still wanted to know more as he took a drag off his rolled cigarette and passed it to Oliver.
"Of course, Jesus, how many time do I have to tell you?" He let the drug spin through him. Oliver just smiled and gave the cigarette back to Nelson.
"Is this anything like Love in the Time of Cholera? You know, he's so obsessed with this girl he meets the one time and then goes and has sex with just about anything and everything else while he's waiting for her husband to die." Nelson commented.
"Its not that tragic." Oliver rolled his eyes. "Yes, she has a boyfriend." He turned icy for a moment thinking of himself as the other guy. "You should read One Hundred Years of Solitude, its so much better."
"Is there a movie?"
"You need to read more, dude." He put the wig up on the styrofoam head then.
"OK, I'm going to show you how to put on eyeliner." Oliver got out the tube then and pulled the wand out, ready to do magic on his own eyes. "After that comes the lipstick. You want it to look as natural as possible." But then he remembered, Nelson wanted to be a drag queen, not just some everyday queen. "For now, anyway."
Afterwards, Oliver said. "I want you to practice this, all day. Then tonight, come over dressed and you and my sister can go to this club. You'll have so much fun. My sister loves to have fun."
Oliver took a step back, looked at Nelson in full makeup. "I think you need to do it over, one more time." Oliver slightly squinted.