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He
arrives
at
our
table
,
gazing
at
me
warily
.
He
’
s
dressed
in
his
customary
white
linen
shirt
and
jeans
.
“
Hi
,
”
I
squeak
,
unable
to
hide
my
shock
and
awe
at
seeing
him
here
in
the
flesh
.
“
Hi
,
”
he
replies
,
and
leaning
down
,
he
kisses
my
cheek
,
taking
me
by
surprise
.
“
Christian
,
this
is
my
mother
,
Carla
.
”
My
ingrained
manners
take
over
.
He
turns
to
greet
my
mom
.
“
Mrs
.
Adams
,
I
am
delighted
to
meet
you
.
”
How
does
he
know
her
name
?
He
gives
her
the
heart
-
stopping
,
Christian
Grey
–
patented
,
full
-
blown
,
no
-
prisoners
smile
.
She
doesn
’
t
have
a
hope
.
My
mother
’
s
lower
jaw
practically
hits
the
table
.
Jeez
,
get
a
grip
,
Mom
.
She
takes
his
proffered
hand
,
and
they
shake
.
My
mother
hasn
’
t
replied
.
Oh
,
complete
dumbfounded
speechlessness
is
genetic
—
I
had
no
idea
.
“
Christian
,
”
she
manages
finally
,
breathlessly
.
He
smiles
knowingly
at
her
,
his
gray
eyes
twinkling
.
I
narrow
my
eyes
at
them
both
.
“
What
are
you
doing
here
?
”
My
question
sounds
more
brittle
than
I
mean
,
and
his
smile
disappears
,
his
expression
now
guarded
.
I
am
thrilled
to
see
him
but
completely
thrown
off
balance
,
my
anger
about
Mrs
.
Robinson
simmering
through
my
veins
.
I
don
’
t
know
if
I
want
to
shout
at
him
or
throw
myself
into
his
arms
—
but
I
don
’
t
think
he
’
d
like
either
—
and
I
want
to
know
how
long
he
has
been
watching
us
.
I
’
m
also
a
little
anxious
about
the
e
-
mail
I
just
sent
him
.
“
I
came
to
see
you
,
of
course
.
”
He
gazes
down
at
me
impassively
.
Oh
,
what
is
he
thinking
?
“
I
’
m
staying
in
this
hotel
.
”
