Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 22
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From:AnastasiaSteele
Subject:SuitableDinnerCompanions
Date:May31201123:58EST
To:ChristianGrey
Ihopeyouandyourfriendhadaverypleasantdinner.
Ana
P.S.WasitMrs.Robinson?
Ipress“send”andclimbdespondentlybackintobed,resolvingtoaskChristianabouthisrelationshipwiththatwoman.Partofmeisdesperatetoknowmore,andanotherpartwantstoforgetheevertoldme.Andmyperiodhasstarted,soImustremembertotakemypillinthemorning.IquicklyprogramanalarmintothecalendaronmyBlackBerry.Settingitasideonthebedsidetable,Iliedownandeventuallydriftintoanuneasysleep,wishingthatwewereinthesamecity,nottwenty-fivehundredmilesapart.
Afteramorningofshoppingandanafternoonbackatthebeach,mymotherhasdecreedweshouldspendtheeveninginabar.AbandoningBobtotheTV,wefindourselvesintheupscalebarofSavannah’smostexclusivehotel.IamonmysecondCosmopolitan.Mymotherisonherthird.Sheisofferingmoreinsightsintothefragilemaleego.It’sverydisconcerting.
“Yousee,Ana,menthinkthatanythingthatcomesoutofawoman’smouthisaproblemtobesolved.Notsomevagueideathatwe’dliketokickaroundandtalkaboutforawhileandthenforget.Menpreferaction.”
“Mom,whyaretellingmethis?”Iask,failingtohidemyexasperation.She’sbeenlikethisallday.
“Darling,yousoundsolost.You’veneverbroughtaboyhome.YouneverevenhadaboyfriendwhenwewereinVegas.Ithoughtsomethingmightdevelopwiththatguyyoumetincollege,José.”
“Mom,José’sjustafriend.
