Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 23
It’sveryhardtogrowupinaperfectfamilywhenyou’renotperfect.”
Ohno.MymouthdriesasIdigesthiswords.Hegazesasme,hisexpressionunfathomable.He’snotgoingtotellmeanymore.Howfrustrating.Inside,I’mreeling—hesoundssofullofself-loathing.
AndMrs.Robinsonlovedhim.Holyshit…doesshestill?IfeellikeI’vebeenkickedinthestomach.
“Doesshestillloveyou?”
“Idon’tthinkso,notlikethat.”Hefrownsasifhehasn’tthoughtabouttheidea.“Ikeeptellingyouitwasalongtimeago.It’sinthepast.Icouldn’tchangeitevenifIwantedto,whichIdon’t.Shesavedmefrommyself.”He’sexasperatedandrunsawethandthroughhishair.“I’veneverdiscussedthiswithanyone.”Hepauses.“ExceptDr.Flynn,ofcourse.AndtheonlyreasonI’mtalkingaboutthisnow,toyou,isbecauseIwantyoutotrustme.”
“Idotrustyou,butIdowanttoknowyoubetter,andwheneverItrytotalktoyou,youdistractme.There’ssomuchIwanttoknow.”
“Oh,forpity’ssake,Anastasia.Whatdoyouwanttoknow?WhatdoIhavetodo?”Hiseyesblaze,andthoughhedoesn’traisehisvoice,Iknowhe’stryingtoreininhistemper.
Iglancedownatmyhands,clearbeneaththewaterasthebubbleshavestartedtodisperse.
“I’mjusttryingtounderstand;you’resuchanenigma.UnlikeanyoneI’vemetbefore.I’mgladyou’retellingmewhatIwanttoknow.”
Jeez—maybeit’stheCosmopolitansmakingmebrave,butsuddenlyIcannotbearthedistancebetweenus.
