Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 22
ButnowwhenIlookback,Ijustthinkhewastoocaughtupinhisjobandtryingtomakealifeforus.”Shesighs.“Hewassoyoung,webothwere.Maybethatwastheissue.”
Hmm…Christianisnotexactlyold.Ismilefondlyather.Shecanbecomeverysoulfulthinkingaboutmyfather,butI’msurehehadnothingonChristian’smoods.
“Bobwantstotakeusouttonightfordinner.Tohisgolfclub.”
“Ohno!Bob’sstartedplayinggolf?”Iscoffindisbelief.
“Tellmeaboutit,”groansmymother,rollinghereyes.
AFTERALIGHTLUNCHbackatthehouse,Istarttounpack.Iamgoingtotreatmyselftoasiesta.Mymotherhasdisappearedtomoldsomecandlesorwhatevershedoeswiththem,andBobisatwork,soIhavetimetocatchuponsomesleep.IopentheMacandfireitup.It’stwointheafternooninGeorgia,eleveninthemorninginSeattle.IwonderifIhaveareplyfromChristian.Nervously,Iopenupmye-mail.
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From:ChristianGrey
Subject:Finally!
Date:May31201107:30
To:AnastasiaSteele
Anastasia,
Iamannoyedthatassoonasyouputsomedistancebetweenus,youcommunicateopenlyandhonestlywithme.Whycan’tyoudothatwhenwe’retogether?
Yes,I’mrich.Getusedtoit.Whyshouldn’tIspendmoneyonyou?We’vetoldyourfatherI’myourboyfriend,forheaven’ssake.Isn’tthatwhatboyfriendsdo?AsyourDom,IwouldexpectyoutoacceptwhateverIspendonyouwithnoargument.Incidentally,tellyourmother,too.
Idon’tknowhowtoansweryourcommentaboutfeelinglikeawhore.
