Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 22
SheregardsmeshrewdlywhileBoboozesimpatiencewithhishangdog,hungrylook.
“I’lltakeyoushoppingtomorrow,”shesays.
“Oh,Mom,youdon’tneedtodothat.Ihaveplentyofclothes.”
“Can’tIdosomethingformyowndaughter?Comeon,Bob’sstarving.”
“Tooright,”moansBob,rubbinghisstomachandassumingafakepainedexpression.
Igiggleasherollshiseyes,andweheadoutthedoor.
LaterwhenI’mintheshower,coolingunderthelukewarmwater,Ireflectonhowmuchmymotherhaschanged.Seeingheratdinner,shewasinherelement:funnyandflirtyandamongmanyfriendsatthegolfclub.Bobwaswarmandattentive…theyseemsogoodforeachother.I’mreallypleasedforher.ItmeansIcanstopworryingaboutherandsecond-guessingherdecisionsandputthedarkdaysofHusbandNumberThreebehindusboth.Bobisakeeper.Andshe’sgivingmegoodadvice.Whendidthatstarthappening?SinceImetChristian.Whyisthat?
WhenI’mdone,Idrymyselfquickly,keentogetbacktoChristian.There’sane-mailwaitingforme,sentjustafterIleftfordinnerafewhoursago.
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From:ChristianGrey
Subject:Plagiarism
Date:May31201116:41
To:AnastasiaSteele
Youstolemyline.
Andleftmehanging.
Enjoyyourdinner.
ChristianGrey
CEO,GreyEnterprisesHoldings,Inc.
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From:AnastasiaSteele
Subject:Whoareyoutocrythief?
Date:May31201122:18EST
To:ChristianGrey
Sir,Ithinkyou’llfinditwasElliot’slineoriginally.
