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Mar. 27th, 2011 08:35 pmI coughed. "Look," I said.
"What?"
"Come home with me."
She lowered her eyebrows. "Now?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
The wind chimes tinkled again; silvery, insidious.
"Because I want you to."
She gazed at me with vacant, drunken composure, standing coltlike on the outer edge of her black-stockinged foot so that the ankle was twisted inward in a startling, effortless L.
Her hand was in mine. I squeezed it hard. Clouds were racing across the moon.
"Come on," I said.
She raised up on tiptoe and gave me a cool, soft kiss that tasted of Popsicles. Oh you, I thought, my heart beating fast and shallow.
Suddenly, she broke away. "I've got to go," she said.
"What?"
"Come home with me."
She lowered her eyebrows. "Now?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
The wind chimes tinkled again; silvery, insidious.
"Because I want you to."
She gazed at me with vacant, drunken composure, standing coltlike on the outer edge of her black-stockinged foot so that the ankle was twisted inward in a startling, effortless L.
Her hand was in mine. I squeezed it hard. Clouds were racing across the moon.
"Come on," I said.
She raised up on tiptoe and gave me a cool, soft kiss that tasted of Popsicles. Oh you, I thought, my heart beating fast and shallow.
Suddenly, she broke away. "I've got to go," she said.
- Camilla and Richard, The Secret History
