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 was a little puzzled and didn’t know what to say to him, and I was even considering whether I had done the right thing in lending him such books, when suddenly, in a stern tone, he said suddenly
“I don’t like the last girl you brought home! As she was dressing, she turned her head toward me and looked at me with such a hot, passionate gaze that my hand inadvertently slipped to her left breast and cupped it in my palm. When he finally got to me, he went straight to my photo box, where I kept my pictures from when I was a kid, and picked one of me when I was about two years old and staring in amazement at the camera, as if I was afraid the one with the camera was going to steal my soul. Because I considered Emma still a child, I preferred for years not to recommend such books to her, and even discreetly urged her not to read them.
