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“
Your
mind
,
no
,
Anastasia
,
but
your
body
—
that
I
’
ve
gotten
to
know
quite
well
since
yesterday
.
”
His
voice
is
suggestive
.
How
does
he
switch
so
quickly
from
one
mood
to
the
next
?
He
’
s
so
mercurial
…
It
’
s
hard
to
keep
up
.
He
motions
for
the
waitress
and
asks
for
the
check
.
Once
he
’
s
paid
,
he
stands
and
holds
out
his
hand
.
“
Come
.
”
Taking
my
hand
in
his
,
he
leads
me
back
to
the
car
.
This
contact
,
flesh
to
flesh
,
it
’
s
what
is
so
unexpected
from
him
,
normal
,
intimate
.
I
can
’
t
reconcile
this
ordinary
,
tender
gesture
with
what
he
wants
to
do
in
that
room
…
the
Red
Room
of
Pain
.
We
are
quiet
on
the
drive
from
Olympia
to
Vancouver
,
both
lost
in
our
own
thoughts
.
When
he
parks
outside
my
apartment
,
it
’
s
five
in
the
evening
.
The
lights
are
on
—
Kate
is
at
home
.
Packing
,
no
doubt
,
unless
Elliot
is
still
there
.
He
switches
off
the
engine
,
and
I
realize
I
’
m
going
to
have
to
leave
him
.
“
Do
you
want
to
come
in
?
”
I
ask
.
I
don
’
t
want
him
to
go
.
I
want
to
prolong
our
time
together
.
“
No
.
I
have
work
to
do
,
”
he
says
simply
,
gazing
at
me
,
his
expression
unfathomable
.
I
stare
down
at
my
hands
,
as
I
knot
my
fingers
together
.
Suddenly
I
feel
emotional
.
He
’
s
leaving
.
Reaching
over
,
he
takes
one
of
my
hands
and
slowly
pulls
it
to
his
mouth
,
tenderly
kissing
the
back
of
my
hand
,
such
an
old
-
fashioned
,
sweet
gesture
.
My
heart
leaps
into
my
mouth
.
“
Thank
you
for
this
weekend
,
Anastasia
.
It
’
s
been
…
the
best
.
Wednesday
?
I
’
ll
pick
you
up
from
work
,
from
wherever
?
”
he
says
softly
.
“
Wednesday
,
”
I
whisper
.
