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“
Yes
,
I
do
.
”
“
What
about
?
”
He
shifts
in
the
bath
so
that
he
’
s
facing
me
,
causing
the
water
to
lap
over
the
sides
onto
the
floor
.
He
places
his
arm
around
my
shoulders
,
resting
on
the
ledge
of
the
bath
.
“
Persistent
aren
’
t
you
?
”
he
murmurs
,
a
trace
of
irritation
in
his
voice
.
“
Life
,
the
universe
—
business
.
Anastasia
,
Mrs
.
R
and
I
go
way
back
.
We
can
discuss
anything
.
”
“
Me
?
”
I
whisper
.
“
Yes
.
”
Gray
eyes
watch
me
carefully
.
I
bite
my
bottom
lip
,
trying
to
curb
the
sudden
rush
of
anger
that
surfaces
.
“
Why
do
you
talk
about
me
?
”
I
endeavor
not
to
sound
whiney
and
petulant
,
but
I
don
’
t
succeed
.
I
know
I
should
stop
.
I
am
pushing
him
too
hard
.
My
subconscious
has
her
Munch
’
s
Scream
face
on
again
.
“
I
’
ve
never
met
anyone
like
you
,
Anastasia
.
”
“
What
does
that
mean
?
Anyone
who
just
didn
’
t
automatically
sign
your
paperwork
,
no
questions
asked
?
”
