Chapter 4

           ItwaslatethenextmorningwhenIwoke.Shewasstillasleep,withhercreole-brownbackturnedtome.Iwentandmadesomecoffeeandtookitintothebedroom.Shewasawakethen,staringatmeoverthetopofthebedclothes.Itwasalongexpressionlesslookthatrejectedmysmileandmygreetingandendedabruptlyinherturningandpullingthebedclothesoverherhead.Shebegantocry.Isatbesideherandtriedratheramateurishlytocomforther,butshekeptthesheetpulledtightoverherhead;soIgaveuppattingandmakingnoisesandwentbacktomycoffee.Afterawhileshesatupandaskedforacigarette.AndthenifIwouldlendherashirt.Shewouldn’tlookmeintheeyes.Shepulledontheshirt,wenttothebathroom,andbrushedmeasidewithashakeofherhairwhenshecameandgotbackintobedagain.Isatatthefootofthebedandwatchedherdrinkhercoffee.

           "What’swrong?"

           "I’mawhore.DoyouknowhowmanymenI’vesleptwiththelasttwomonths?"

           "Fifty?"

           Shedidn’tsmile.

           "IfI’dsleptwithfiftyI’djustbeanhonestprofessional."

           "Havesomemorecoffee."

           "HalfanhourafterIfirstsawyoulastnightIthought,ifIwasreallyviciousI’dgetintobedwithhim."

           "Thankyouverymuch."

           "Icouldtellaboutyoufromthewayyoutalked."

           "Tellwhat?"

           "You’retheaffairedepeautype.You’realreadythinking,howthehellamIgoingtogetridofthisstupidAustralianslut."

           "That’sridiculous."

           "Idon’tblameyou."

           Asilence.

           "Iwassloshed,"shesaid.

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