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Christian
bursts
into
my
bedroom
and
unceremoniously
switches
on
the
overhead
light
,
making
me
squint
.
“
Jesus
,
Ana
,
”
he
mutters
.
He
flicks
the
switch
off
again
and
is
at
my
side
in
a
moment
.
“
What
are
you
doing
here
?
”
I
gasp
between
sobs
.
Crap
.
I
can
’
t
stop
crying
.
He
switches
on
the
sidelight
,
making
me
squint
again
.
Kate
comes
and
stands
in
the
doorway
.
“
Do
you
want
me
to
throw
this
asshole
out
?
”
she
asks
,
radiating
thermonuclear
hostility
.
Christian
raises
his
eyebrows
at
her
,
no
doubt
surprised
by
her
flattering
epithet
and
her
feral
antagonism
.
I
shake
my
head
,
and
she
rolls
her
eyes
at
me
.
Oh
…
I
wouldn
’
t
do
that
near
Mr
.
G
.
“
Just
holler
if
you
need
me
,
”
she
says
more
gently
.
“
Grey
—
you
’
re
on
my
shit
list
and
I
’
m
watching
you
,
”
she
hisses
at
him
.
He
blinks
at
her
,
and
she
turns
and
pulls
the
door
closed
but
doesn
’
t
shut
it
.
Christian
gazes
down
at
me
,
his
expression
grave
,
his
face
ashen
.
He
’
s
wearing
his
pinstriped
jacket
,
and
from
his
inside
pocket
he
pulls
out
a
handkerchief
and
hands
it
to
me
.
I
think
I
still
have
his
other
one
somewhere
.
“
What
’
s
going
on
?
”
he
asks
quietly
.
“
Why
are
you
here
?
”
I
ask
,
ignoring
his
question
.
My
tears
have
miraculously
ceased
,
but
I
’
m
left
with
dry
heaves
racking
my
body
.
