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“
Is
that
what
I
’
m
doing
?
”
“
I
think
so
.
”
“
You
’
re
lucky
I
’
m
just
scolding
you
.
”
“
What
do
you
mean
?
”
“
Well
,
if
you
were
mine
,
you
wouldn
’
t
be
able
to
sit
down
for
a
week
after
the
stunt
you
pulled
yesterday
.
You
didn
’
t
eat
,
you
got
drunk
,
you
put
yourself
at
risk
.
”
He
closes
his
eyes
,
dread
etched
briefly
on
his
face
,
and
he
shudders
.
When
he
opens
his
eyes
,
he
glares
at
me
.
“
I
hate
to
think
what
could
have
happened
to
you
.
”
I
scowl
back
at
him
.
What
is
his
problem
?
What
’
s
it
to
him
?
If
I
was
his
…
Well
,
I
’
m
not
.
Though
maybe
part
of
me
would
like
to
be
.
The
thought
pierces
through
the
irritation
I
feel
at
his
high
-
handed
words
.
I
flush
at
the
waywardness
of
my
subconscious
—
she
’
s
doing
her
happy
dance
in
a
bright
red
hula
skirt
at
the
thought
of
being
his
.
“
I
would
have
been
fine
.
I
was
with
Kate
.
”
“
And
the
photographer
?
”
he
snaps
at
me
.
Hmm
…
young
José
.
I
’
ll
need
to
face
him
at
some
point
.
