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She
had
softened
me
up
with
a
romantic
meal
,
her
trap
already
sprung
.
Except
all
that
was
self
-
justifying
bullshit
,
wasn
’
t
it
?
If
my
own
marriage
was
in
such
great
shape
,
why
had
I
failed
to
mention
Greta
when
I
called
home
?
At
the
time
,
I
’
d
justified
that
omission
as
an
act
of
kindness
toward
my
wife
.
Katerina
didn
’
t
know
that
Greta
and
I
had
ever
been
a
couple
.
But
why
worry
Katerina
by
mentioning
another
woman
,
even
if
I
pretended
that
we
’
d
never
met
before
?
Except
—
now
—
I
could
see
that
I
’
d
failed
to
mention
Greta
for
another
reason
entirely
.
Because
in
the
back
of
my
mind
,
even
then
,
there
had
been
the
possibility
that
we
might
end
up
sleeping
together
.
I
was
already
covering
myself
when
I
called
Katerina
.
Already
making
sure
there
wouldn
’
t
be
any
awkward
questions
when
I
got
home
.
As
if
I
not
only
knew
what
was
going
to
happen
but
secretly
yearned
for
it
.
The
only
problem
was
that
Greta
had
something
else
in
mind
.
*
*
*
"
Thom
,
"
Greta
said
,
nudging
me
toward
wakefulness
.
She
was
lying
naked
next
to
me
,
leaning
on
one
elbow
,
with
the
sheets
crumpled
down
around
her
hips
.
The
light
in
her
room
turned
her
into
an
abstraction
of
milky
blue
curves
and
deep
violet
shadows
.
With
one
black
-
nailed
finger
she
traced
a
line
down
my
chest
and
said
:
"
There
’
s
something
you
need
to
know
.
"
"
What
?
"
I
asked
.
"
I
lied
.
Kolding
lied
.
We
all
lied
.
"
I
was
too
drowsy
for
her
words
to
have
much
more
than
a
vaguely
troubling
effect
.
All
I
could
say
,
again
,
was
:
"
What
?
"
