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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
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«That's exactly what I mean.» She wiped at the tears on her face in harsh, angry motions, as if the touch of them made her even more upset. «How is it that you, my girlfriend who had only three men in her entire life, ends up dating and fucking five men?»
I didn't know what to say to that, so I tried to concentrate on the hard facts. «Six men,» I said.
She frowned at me, her eyes taking on that look that meant she was counting in her head. «I only count five.»
«You're leaving someone out, Ronnie.»
«No» — and she started counting on her fingers — «Jean-Claude, Asher, Damian, Nathaniel, and Micah. That's it.»
I shook my head, again. «I had unprotected sex with one more man last month.» I could have said it differently, but maybe if we got back to my personal disaster, we could stop talking about Ronnie's penis envy. She needed more therapy than I knew how to give lately.
She frowned harder, then she got it. «Oh, no, no,» she said.
I nodded. Happy to see from her expression that she got the full awfulness of it.
«You just had sex with him once, right?»
I shook my head no, over and over again. «Not just once.»
She was looking at me so hard that I couldn't hold her gaze. Even with the tear tracks drying on her face, she was suddenly Ronnie again. Ronnie had a good hard stare. I couldn't meet it, and was left looking at the cabinets. «How much more than 'not just once'?» she asked.
I started to blush and couldn't stop it. Damn it.
«You're blushing — that's not a good sign,» she said.
I stared down at the countertop, using my long hair to hide my face.
Her voice was gentler when she said, «How many times, Anita? How many times in the month you've been back together?»
«Seven,» I said, still not looking up. I hated admitting it, because the number alone said louder than any words just how much I enjoyed being in Richard's bed.
«Seven times in a month,» she said. «Wow, that's…»
I looked up, and the look was enough.
«Sorry, sorry, just…«She looked as if she wasn't sure whether she was going to laugh, or be sad about it. She controlled herself, and finally sounded sad when she said, «Oh, my God, Richard.»
I nodded again.
«Richard.» She whispered his name, and looked suitably horrified. It was worth a little horror.
Richard Zeeman and I had been off-again, on-again, for years. Mostly off. We'd been engaged briefly until I saw him eat someone.
«That's exactly what I mean.» She wiped at the tears on her face in harsh, angry motions, as if the touch of them made her even more upset. «How is it that you, my girlfriend who had only three men in her entire life, ends up dating and fucking five men?»
I didn't know what to say to that, so I tried to concentrate on the hard facts. «Six men,» I said.
She frowned at me, her eyes taking on that look that meant she was counting in her head. «I only count five.»
«You're leaving someone out, Ronnie.»
«No» — and she started counting on her fingers — «Jean-Claude, Asher, Damian, Nathaniel, and Micah. That's it.»
I shook my head, again. «I had unprotected sex with one more man last month.» I could have said it differently, but maybe if we got back to my personal disaster, we could stop talking about Ronnie's penis envy. She needed more therapy than I knew how to give lately.
She frowned harder, then she got it. «Oh, no, no,» she said.
I nodded. Happy to see from her expression that she got the full awfulness of it.
«You just had sex with him once, right?»
I shook my head no, over and over again. «Not just once.»
She was looking at me so hard that I couldn't hold her gaze. Even with the tear tracks drying on her face, she was suddenly Ronnie again. Ronnie had a good hard stare. I couldn't meet it, and was left looking at the cabinets. «How much more than 'not just once'?» she asked.
I started to blush and couldn't stop it. Damn it.
«You're blushing — that's not a good sign,» she said.
I stared down at the countertop, using my long hair to hide my face.
Her voice was gentler when she said, «How many times, Anita? How many times in the month you've been back together?»
«Seven,» I said, still not looking up. I hated admitting it, because the number alone said louder than any words just how much I enjoyed being in Richard's bed.
«Seven times in a month,» she said. «Wow, that's…»
I looked up, and the look was enough.
«Sorry, sorry, just…«She looked as if she wasn't sure whether she was going to laugh, or be sad about it. She controlled herself, and finally sounded sad when she said, «Oh, my God, Richard.»
I nodded again.
«Richard.» She whispered his name, and looked suitably horrified. It was worth a little horror.
Richard Zeeman and I had been off-again, on-again, for years. Mostly off. We'd been engaged briefly until I saw him eat someone.