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I
know
he
speaks
the
truth
.
I
take
his
hand
,
and
he
leads
me
out
the
door
.
“
If
you
do
this
,
let
me
show
you
.
”
Rather
than
going
back
downstairs
,
he
turns
right
out
of
the
playroom
,
as
he
calls
it
,
and
down
a
corridor
.
We
pass
several
doors
until
we
reach
the
one
at
the
end
.
Beyond
it
is
a
bedroom
with
a
large
double
bed
,
all
in
white
…
everything
—
furniture
,
walls
,
bedding
.
It
’
s
sterile
and
cold
but
with
the
most
glorious
view
of
Seattle
through
the
glass
wall
.
“
This
will
be
your
room
.
You
can
decorate
it
how
you
like
,
have
whatever
you
like
in
here
.
”
“
My
room
?
You
’
re
expecting
me
to
move
in
?
”
I
can
’
t
hide
the
horror
in
my
voice
.
“
Not
full
time
.
Just
,
say
,
Friday
evening
through
Sunday
.
We
have
to
talk
about
all
that
,
negotiate
.
If
you
want
to
do
this
,
”
he
adds
,
his
voice
quiet
and
hesitant
.
“
I
’
ll
sleep
here
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
“
Not
with
you
.
”
“
No
.
I
told
you
,
I
don
’
t
sleep
with
anyone
,
except
you
when
you
’
re
stupefied
with
drink
.
”
His
voice
is
reprimanding
.
My
mouth
presses
in
a
hard
line
.
This
is
what
I
cannot
reconcile
.
Kind
,
caring
Christian
,
who
rescues
me
from
inebriation
and
holds
me
gently
while
I
’
m
throwing
up
into
the
azaleas
,
and
the
monster
who
possesses
whips
and
chains
in
a
special
room
.
