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I
’
m
starving
.
I
head
back
out
to
the
bedroom
.
Sleeping
beauty
is
still
sleeping
,
so
I
leave
him
and
head
for
the
kitchen
.
Oh
no
…
Kate
.
I
left
my
purse
in
Christian
’
s
study
.
I
fetch
it
and
reach
for
my
cell
phone
.
Three
texts
.
*
RU
OK
Ana
*
*
Where
RU
Ana
*
*
Damn
it
Ana
*
I
call
Kate
.
When
she
doesn
’
t
answer
,
I
leave
her
a
groveling
message
to
tell
her
I
am
alive
and
have
not
succumbed
to
Bluebeard
,
well
,
not
in
the
sense
she
would
be
worried
about
—
or
perhaps
I
have
.
Oh
,
this
is
so
confusing
.
I
have
to
try
to
categorize
and
analyze
my
feelings
for
Christian
Grey
.
It
’
s
an
impossible
task
.
I
shake
my
head
in
defeat
.
I
need
alone
time
,
away
from
here
to
think
.
I
find
two
welcome
hair
ties
at
the
same
time
in
my
bag
and
quickly
tie
my
hair
in
pigtails
.
Yes
!
The
more
girly
I
look
perhaps
the
safer
I
’
ll
be
from
Bluebeard
.
I
take
my
iPod
out
of
the
bag
and
plug
my
headphones
in
.
There
’
s
nothing
like
music
to
cook
by
.
I
slip
it
into
the
breast
pocket
of
Christian
’
s
shirt
,
turn
it
up
loud
,
and
start
dancing
.
Holy
hell
,
I
’
m
hungry
.
I
am
daunted
by
his
kitchen
.
It
’
s
so
sleek
and
modern
,
and
none
of
the
cupboards
has
handles
.
It
takes
me
a
few
seconds
to
deduce
that
I
have
to
push
the
cupboard
doors
to
open
them
.
Perhaps
I
should
cook
Christian
breakfast
.
He
was
eating
an
omelet
the
other
day
…
um
,
yesterday
at
the
Heathman
.
Jeez
,
so
much
has
happened
since
then
.
I
check
in
the
fridge
,
where
there
are
plenty
of
eggs
,
and
decide
I
want
pancakes
and
bacon
.
I
set
about
making
some
batter
,
dancing
my
way
around
the
kitchen
.
