Will you let me?”
She just nodded in acceptance and I took her hand and led her into the bedroom. I got home late, well after midnight, and was glad to see the lights out their window. She gave him such a fierce look that I thought for a moment she was going to throw the trash bucket at his head, but she restrained herself and stormed down the stairs, because we lived on the second floor. 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 walked her to the door, took her jacket off the coat hanger, and held it out for her to get dressed. I mean, in a way, he let me do what I wanted because he wasn’t going to participate anyway. Or maybe that’s just what I thought. She gave him such a fierce look that I thought for a moment she was going to throw the trash bucket at his head, but she restrained herself and stormed down the stairs, because we lived on the second floor.
