Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 16
AplaceIhavelivedhappilyforalmostfouryears…yettoday,forthefirsttimeever,Ifeellonelyanduncomfortablehere,unhappywithmyowncompany.HaveIstrayedsofarfromwhoIam?Iknowthatlurking,notveryfarundermyrathernumbexterior,isawelloftears.WhatamIdoing?TheironyisIcan’tevensitdownandenjoyagoodcry.I’llhavetostand.Iknowit’slate,butIdecidetocallmymom.
“Honey,howareyou?Howwasgraduation?”sheenthusesdownthephone.Hervoiceisasoothingbalm.
“Sorryit’ssolate,”Iwhisper.
Shepauses.
“Ana?What’swrong?”She’sallseriousnessnow.
“Nothing,Mom,Ijustwantedtohearyourvoice.”
She’ssilentforamoment.
“Ana,whatisit?Pleasetellme.”Hervoiceissoftandcomforting,andIknowthatshecares.Uninvited,mytearsbegintoflow.Ihavecriedsoofteninthelastfewdays.
“Please,Ana,”shesays,andheranguishreflectsmine.
“Oh,Mom,it’saman.”
“What’shedonetoyou?”Heralarmispalpable.
“It’snotlikethat.”Althoughitis…Oh,crap.Idon’twanttoworryher.Ijustwantsomeoneelsetobestrongformeatthemoment.
“Ana,please,you’reworryingme.”
Itakeabigbreath.“I’vekindoffallenforthisguy,andhe’ssodifferentfromme,andIdon’tknowifweshouldbetogether.”
“Oh,darling.IwishIcouldbewithyou.IamsosorryImissedyourgraduation.You’vefallenforsomeone,finally.Oh,honey,men,theyaretricky.They’readifferentspecies,honey.
