Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
Buttheonlywayyouaregoingtosorttheproblem,whateveritis,istotalkitthroughwithhim.Youcandoallthethinkingyoulike—butuntilyouactuallytalk,you’renotgoingtogetanywhere.”
Ifrownatmymother.
“Ana,honey,you’vealwayshadatendencytooveranalyzeeverything.Gowithyourgut.Whatdoesthattellyou,sweetheart?”
Istareatmyfingers.
“IthinkI’minlovewithhim,”Imutter.
“Iknowdarling.Andhewithyou.”
“No!”
“Yes,Ana.Hell—whatdoyouneed?Aneonsignflashingonhisforehead?”
Igapeatherandtearsprickthecornerofmyeyes.
“Ana,darling.Don’tcry.”
“Idon’tthinkhelovesme.”
“Idon’tcarehowrichyouare,youdon’tdropeverythingandgetinyourprivateplanetocrossawholecontinentjustforafternoontea.Gotohim!Thisisabeautifullocation,veryromantic.It’salsoneutralterritory.”
Isquirmunderhergaze.IwanttogoandIdon’t.
“Darling,don’tfeelyouhavetocomebackwithme.Iwantyouhappy—andrightnowIthinkthekeytoyourhappinessisupstairsinroom612.Ifyouneedtocomehomelater,thekeyisundertheyuccaplantonthefrontporch.Ifyoustay—well…you’reabiggirlnow.Justbesafe.”
IflushStarsandStripesred.Jeez,Mom.
“Let’sfinishourCosmosfirst.”
“That’smygirl,Ana.”Shegrins.
IKNOCKTIMIDLYONroom612andwait.Christianopensthedoor.He’sonhiscell.Heblinksatmeincompletesurprise,thenholdsthedooropenwideandbeckonsmeintohisroom.
