Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 19
“Thankyou,Gretchen,”Gracesaysgently,frowningasMr.Greyexits.“Justleavethetrayontheconsole.”Gretchennods,andwithanotherfurtiveglanceatChristian,sheleaves.
SotheGreyshavestaff,andthestaffareeyeingupmywould-beDominant.Canthiseveninggetanyworse?Iscowlatmyhandsinmylap.
Mr.Greyreturns.
“Callforyou,darling.It’sthehospital,”hesaystoGrace.
“Pleasestart,everyone.”Gracesmilesasshehandsmeaplateandleaves.
Itsmellsdelicious—chorizoandscallopswithroastedredpeppersandshallots,sprinkledwithflat-leafparsley.AndinspiteofthefactthatmystomachischurningfromChristian’sveiledthreats,thesurreptitiousglancesfromprettylittleMissPigtails,andthedebacleofmymissingunderwear,Iamstarving.IflushasIrealizeit’sthephysicaleffortofthisafternoonthat’sgivenmesuchanappetite.
MomentslaterGracereturns,herbrowfurrowed.Mr.Greycockshisheadtooneside…likeChristian.
“Everythingokay?”
“Anothermeaslescase.”Gracesighs.
“Ohno.”
“Yes,achild.Thefourthcasethismonth.Ifonlypeoplewouldgettheirkidsvaccinated.”Sheshakesherheadsadly,andthensmiles.“I’msogladourchildrenneverwentthroughthat.Theynevercaughtanythingworsethanchickenpox,thankgoodness.PoorElliot,”shesaysasshesitsdown,smilingindulgentlyatherson.Elliotfrownsmid-chewandsquirmsuncomfortably.“ChristianandMiawerelucky.Theygotitsomildly,onlyaspottosharebetweenthem.”
Miagiggles,andChristianrollshiseyes.
