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“
Thank
you
.
”
He
grabs
my
backpack
and
my
newly
acquired
wheelie
case
for
the
clothes
my
mother
has
bought
me
.
“
This
way
,
ma
’
am
.
”
I
sigh
.
He
’
s
so
polite
.
I
remember
,
though
I
would
like
to
erase
it
from
my
memory
,
that
this
man
has
bought
me
underwear
.
In
fact
—
and
the
thought
unsettles
me
—
he
’
s
the
only
man
who
’
s
ever
bought
me
underwear
.
Even
Ray
’
s
never
had
to
endure
that
hardship
.
We
walk
in
silence
to
the
black
Audi
SUV
outside
in
the
airport
parking
lot
,
and
he
holds
the
door
open
for
me
.
I
clamber
in
,
wondering
if
wearing
such
a
short
skirt
for
the
return
to
Seattle
was
a
good
idea
.
It
was
cool
and
welcome
in
Georgia
.
Here
I
feel
exposed
.
Once
Taylor
has
stowed
my
bags
in
the
trunk
,
we
set
off
for
Escala
.
The
journey
is
slow
,
caught
up
in
rush
-
hour
traffic
.
Taylor
keeps
his
eyes
on
the
road
ahead
.
Taciturn
does
not
begin
to
describe
him
.
I
can
bear
the
silence
no
longer
.
“
How
’
s
Christian
,
Taylor
?
”
“
Mr
.
Grey
is
preoccupied
,
Miss
Steele
.
”
Oh
,
this
must
be
“
the
situation
.
”
I
am
mining
a
seam
of
gold
.
“
Preoccupied
?
”
“
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
”
