consuming me and it’s something new that I’ve
never felt before.
“Are you still in love with him?”
She sighs sadly. “I stopped loving him the day
he told me he went to bed with someone else.”
God, what a relief. I didn’t think I could be
affected so badly by jealousy.
“I don’t want anything from you, I swear.
Nothing that you might be thinking. I just want to
be near you.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because this is where I want to be.”
She nods and rests her back against the couch.
Then she smiles and with that smile goes another
big piece of my dignity.
What the hell do what you want with my
dignity? I don’t care if you use it to make a dog
bed.
“I’m hungry,” she says out of the blue as if
nothing we’ve said ’til now had any importance.
“I’m always hungry. I’m dying of hunger. And I
don’t know how to cook,” she confesses, making a
pouty face like a naughty little girl. “I always eat
the same garbage.”
‘We can fix that,” I say, swallowing a victorious
smile as I start to breathe a bit easier.
13
Erin
I go to the back room to get a few bottles of
whiskey that are needed at the bar, confident there
