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Chapter 2
“Whydidyouwanttoknowifhewasgay?Incidentally,thatwasthemostembarrassingquestion.Iwasmortified,andhewaspissedtobeasked,too.”Iscowlatthememory.
“Wheneverhe’sinthesocietypages,heneverhasadate.”
“Itwasembarrassing.Thewholethingwasembarrassing.I’mgladI’llneverhavetolayeyesonhimagain.”
“Oh,Ana,itcan’thavebeenthatbad.Ithinkhesoundsquitetakenwithyou.”
Takenwithme?NowKate’sbeingridiculous.
“Wouldyoulikeasandwich?”
“Please.”
WETALKNOMOREofChristianGreythatevening,muchtomyrelief.Oncewe’veeaten,I’mabletositatthediningtablewithKateand,whilesheworksonherarticle,IworkonmyessayonTessofthed’Urbervilles.Damn,thatwomanwasinthewrongplaceatthewrongtimeinthewrongcentury.BythetimeIfinish,it’smidnight,andKatehaslongsincegonetobed.Imakemywaytomyroom,exhausted,butpleasedthatI’veaccomplishedsomuchforaMonday.
Icurlupinmywhiteironbed,wrapmymother’squiltaroundme,closemyeyes,andI’minstantlyasleep.ThatnightIdreamofdarkplaces,bleak,coldwhitefloors,andgrayeyes.
FORTHERESTOFtheweek,IthrowmyselfintomystudiesandmyjobatClayton’s.Kateisbusy,too,compilingherlasteditionofthestudentnewspaperbeforeshehastorelinquishittotheneweditorwhilealsocrammingforherfinals.ByWednesday,she’smuchbetter,andInolongerhavetoendurethesightofherpink-flannel-with-too-many-rabbitsPJs.
