I opened it, helped her out of her thin jacket, for she had just come in from town, and she entered with a beaming face:
“You were perfectly right, for my attire has caused anger among the boys and extreme jealousy among the girls.”
She came into the living room, for she had long felt at home in my apartment. Fortunately, he’s not very jealous, or he would have interrogated me for sure.”
She left and I haven’t seen her since, and my mind was stuck on this strange theory of telegony. I leaned closer to get a better look and saw at the entrance a pearly membrane rather like a pigeon’s eyelid and sighed with suppressed lust wondering how to proceed further. The other day she stopped by again and sent me a message on my cell phone that she really wanted to see me. Maybe it was that, but maybe there were other things that added up over time. A little beauty who grew up practically before my eyes. I walked her to the door, took her jacket off the coat hanger, and held it out for her to get dressed. I was living with my wife in a two-bedroom apartment in a small four-story apartment building, we didn’t have children, and that was perhaps for the best. The following Monday she knocked
