Пятьдесят оттенков серого
Chapter 3
Inyearstocome,IknowI’llneedintensivetherapytonotfeelthisembarrassedeverytimeIrecallthemoment.Istartbabblingaboutmymother—anythingtoblockthatmemory.
“Mymomiswonderful.She’sanincurableromantic.She’scurrentlyonherfourthhusband.”
Christianraiseshiseyebrowsinsurprise.
“Imissher,”Icontinue.“ShehasBobnow.Ijusthopehecankeepaneyeonherandpickupthepieceswhenherharebrainedschemesdon’tgoasplanned.”Ismilefondly.Ihaven’tseenmymomforsolong.Christianiswatchingmeintently,takingoccasionalsipsofhiscoffee.Ireallyshouldn’tlookathismouth.It’sunsettling.
“Doyougetalongwithyourstepfather?”
“Ofcourse.Igrewupwithhim.He’stheonlyfatherIknow.”
“Andwhat’shelike?”
“Ray?He’s…taciturn.”
“That’sit?”Greyasks,surprised.
Ishrug.Whatdoesthismanexpect?Mylifestory?
“Taciturnlikehisstepdaughter,”Greyprompts.
Irefrainfromrollingmyeyesathim.
“Helikessoccer—Europeansoccerespecially—andbowling,andfly-fishing,andmakingfurniture.He’sacarpenter.Ex-army.”Isigh.
“Youlivedwithhim?”
“Yes.MymommetHusbandNumberThreewhenIwasfifteen.IstayedwithRay.”
Hefrownsasifhedoesn’tunderstand.
“Youdidn’twanttolivewithyourmom?”heasks.
Thisreallyisnoneofhisbusiness.
“HusbandNumberThreelivedinTexas.MyhomewasinMontesano.And…youknow,mymomwasnewlymarried.”Istop.MymomnevertalksaboutHusbandNumberThree.WhereisGreygoingwiththis?Thisisnoneofhisbusiness.
