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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 8 из 427Sex , for God's sake! First that bastard made you his blood whore, and now you're just a — «She stopped abruptly, a startled, almost-frightened look on her face,as if she knew she'd gone too far.
I gave her a flat, cold look. The look that says my anger has moved from hot to cold. It's never a good sign. «Go on, Ronnie, say it.»
«I didn't mean it,» she whispered.
«Yeah,» I said, «you did. Now I'm just a whore.» My voice sounded as cold as my eyes felt. Too angry and too hurt to be anything but cold. Hot anger can feel good, but the cold will protect you better.
She started to cry. I just stared at her, speechless. What the hell was going on? We were fighting — she wasn't allowed to cry in the middle of it. Especially not when she was the one being a cruel bastard. I could count on one hand the times I'd seen Ronnie cry and still have fingers left over.
I was still angry, but I was puzzled, too, and that took a little of the edge off. «Shouldn't I be the one in tears here?» I asked, because I couldn't think of what else to say. I was mad at her and I'd be damned if I would comfort her right now.
She spoke in that breathless, hiccuping voice that serious crying can give you. «I'm sorry, oh, God, Anita, I'm sorry. I'm just so jealous.»
I raised my eyebrows at her. «What are you talking about? Jealous of what?»
«The men,» she said in that shivering, uncertain voice. It was like she was someone else for a moment, or maybe this was just part of Ronnie that she didn't let people see. «All the damned men. I'm about to give up everybody. Everybody but Louie, and he's great, but damn it I've had lovers. I hit triple digits.»
I wasn't sure that being able to number your lovers at over a hundred was a good thing, but it was something that Ronnie and I had agreed to disagree over a long time ago. I did not say, Look who's the whore , or other hurtful remarks I could have made. I let all the cheap shots I could have made go. She was the one crying.
«And now I'm giving it all up, all of it, for just one man.» She leaned her hands against the cabinet as if she needed the support.
«You said sex with Louie was great. I think you've used words like fantastic and mind-blowing .»
She nodded, her hair spilling around her face so that I couldn't see her eyes for a moment. «It is, he is, but he's just one man. What if I get bored, or he gets bored with me? How can just one be enough? The last time we were both cheating a month after the wedding.» She looked up at that last remark, her gray eyes wide and frightened.
I made a small helpless gesture, and said, «You're asking the wrong person, Ronnie. I'd planned on monogamy. It seemed like a good idea to me.
I gave her a flat, cold look. The look that says my anger has moved from hot to cold. It's never a good sign. «Go on, Ronnie, say it.»
«I didn't mean it,» she whispered.
«Yeah,» I said, «you did. Now I'm just a whore.» My voice sounded as cold as my eyes felt. Too angry and too hurt to be anything but cold. Hot anger can feel good, but the cold will protect you better.
She started to cry. I just stared at her, speechless. What the hell was going on? We were fighting — she wasn't allowed to cry in the middle of it. Especially not when she was the one being a cruel bastard. I could count on one hand the times I'd seen Ronnie cry and still have fingers left over.
I was still angry, but I was puzzled, too, and that took a little of the edge off. «Shouldn't I be the one in tears here?» I asked, because I couldn't think of what else to say. I was mad at her and I'd be damned if I would comfort her right now.
She spoke in that breathless, hiccuping voice that serious crying can give you. «I'm sorry, oh, God, Anita, I'm sorry. I'm just so jealous.»
I raised my eyebrows at her. «What are you talking about? Jealous of what?»
«The men,» she said in that shivering, uncertain voice. It was like she was someone else for a moment, or maybe this was just part of Ronnie that she didn't let people see. «All the damned men. I'm about to give up everybody. Everybody but Louie, and he's great, but damn it I've had lovers. I hit triple digits.»
I wasn't sure that being able to number your lovers at over a hundred was a good thing, but it was something that Ronnie and I had agreed to disagree over a long time ago. I did not say, Look who's the whore , or other hurtful remarks I could have made. I let all the cheap shots I could have made go. She was the one crying.
«And now I'm giving it all up, all of it, for just one man.» She leaned her hands against the cabinet as if she needed the support.
«You said sex with Louie was great. I think you've used words like fantastic and mind-blowing .»
She nodded, her hair spilling around her face so that I couldn't see her eyes for a moment. «It is, he is, but he's just one man. What if I get bored, or he gets bored with me? How can just one be enough? The last time we were both cheating a month after the wedding.» She looked up at that last remark, her gray eyes wide and frightened.
I made a small helpless gesture, and said, «You're asking the wrong person, Ronnie. I'd planned on monogamy. It seemed like a good idea to me.