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. It appealed to me because it was the best forme.By my standards. Well, I d hate to give your ego another boost in case it shouldexplode and go all Chernobyl on us, she said, grinning at me fromthe side as she picked a frame off the sofa table. But I have to sayI m a big fan of your standards. I turned my head, flicking my ear. That couldn t have beenwhat I just heard. A compliment? she provided, nodding her head once. Yes,I m afraid that s what it was, but I had a long day and an evenlonger night, for the first time since we d entered the house, atouch of darkness targeted her face and I m too tired to keepthis game of wits going with you. So I guess that s a no for a campfire on the beach tonight? I So I guess that s a no for a campfire on the beach tonight? Isaid, teasing, but not if she would have said yes.Although I knewfrom the hollows darkening beneath her eyes she wouldn t. Rain check? she asked, settling the frame back into its place. Absolutely, I said. They re calling for meteor showers andclear skies tomorrow night. Tomorrow night? she said, arching a brow at me. I agreed tostay for one night.Who says I m staying two? Another school boy smile. You will, I said simply. You justdon t know it yet. Her mouth popped open, a rebuke dying to make its way overto me and then her lips closed. Too late.Too tired, she said. I lllook forward to peppering you with snarky comments first thing inthe morning. Now there s a reason to pop out of bed in the morning, Ireplied, heading down one of the two hallways in the house, the one opposite the hallway leading to my bedroom.Most of the time, I really hated chivalry. Come on, I said, tilting my head for her to follow. Let s getyou to sleep. I m thinking this couch looks pretty sleep-worthy, she said,patting the oversized pillows as she followed behind me. Just tossme a blanket and I m in heaven in about two seconds. You re not sleeping on the couch, I said, thinking it strangethat a couch could look so welcoming to her. And it will be adistant memory when you experience the perfection that is amemory foam mattress.Plus, there s like fifty feather pillowsstacked on this thing for some reason.Making the bed in themorning will be a serious chore. Ducking into the laundry room, Igrabbed one of my folded undershirts and a pair of linen pajamapants. It was nice knowing you, couch, I heard her say around a yawn, but I m trading you in for a nicer model. She was already turning the corner into the room I had in mindwhen I popped out of the laundry room.She braced herself in thedoorway. If this is a guest bedroom, she said, her mouth dropping openfor a moment, I don t want to see your bedroom. My bedroom s nothing special, I said, burying my shoulderinto the wall.And it wasn t, not when I knew what was nowmissing from it. Here, I said, remembering the garments in myhands. They ll be five sizes too big, but they re clean.Even springfresh from the fabric softener. I laughed nervously.I didn tknow I was capable of that kind of laugh. Okay, I ve seen it all, she said, reaching for the tee and pants. A man who folds his laundry and who knows what fabric softeneris. I lifted a shoulder. My mother raised her sons to be well- rounded individuals. And she had, although laundry had consistedof wash basins, metal boards, and soap so strong it left your handsred for a week in her time. She did a good job, Emma said, facing back into the room.We stayed this way for another minute, her inspecting the roomlike it wasn t real, me inspecting her in the same way, before shelooked over at me.Her eyes were too shiny to only be sleepy. Thank you, she said. I m sorry I fought you on this, I msorry I was such a brat earlier, and I m sorry you ended up havingto deal with this tonight I d held up my hand at the first sorry,indicating she didn t need to go on, but she ignored me as normal but this is exactly what I needed tonight [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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. It appealed to me because it was the best forme.By my standards. Well, I d hate to give your ego another boost in case it shouldexplode and go all Chernobyl on us, she said, grinning at me fromthe side as she picked a frame off the sofa table. But I have to sayI m a big fan of your standards. I turned my head, flicking my ear. That couldn t have beenwhat I just heard. A compliment? she provided, nodding her head once. Yes,I m afraid that s what it was, but I had a long day and an evenlonger night, for the first time since we d entered the house, atouch of darkness targeted her face and I m too tired to keepthis game of wits going with you. So I guess that s a no for a campfire on the beach tonight? I So I guess that s a no for a campfire on the beach tonight? Isaid, teasing, but not if she would have said yes.Although I knewfrom the hollows darkening beneath her eyes she wouldn t. Rain check? she asked, settling the frame back into its place. Absolutely, I said. They re calling for meteor showers andclear skies tomorrow night. Tomorrow night? she said, arching a brow at me. I agreed tostay for one night.Who says I m staying two? Another school boy smile. You will, I said simply. You justdon t know it yet. Her mouth popped open, a rebuke dying to make its way overto me and then her lips closed. Too late.Too tired, she said. I lllook forward to peppering you with snarky comments first thing inthe morning. Now there s a reason to pop out of bed in the morning, Ireplied, heading down one of the two hallways in the house, the one opposite the hallway leading to my bedroom.Most of the time, I really hated chivalry. Come on, I said, tilting my head for her to follow. Let s getyou to sleep. I m thinking this couch looks pretty sleep-worthy, she said,patting the oversized pillows as she followed behind me. Just tossme a blanket and I m in heaven in about two seconds. You re not sleeping on the couch, I said, thinking it strangethat a couch could look so welcoming to her. And it will be adistant memory when you experience the perfection that is amemory foam mattress.Plus, there s like fifty feather pillowsstacked on this thing for some reason.Making the bed in themorning will be a serious chore. Ducking into the laundry room, Igrabbed one of my folded undershirts and a pair of linen pajamapants. It was nice knowing you, couch, I heard her say around a yawn, but I m trading you in for a nicer model. She was already turning the corner into the room I had in mindwhen I popped out of the laundry room.She braced herself in thedoorway. If this is a guest bedroom, she said, her mouth dropping openfor a moment, I don t want to see your bedroom. My bedroom s nothing special, I said, burying my shoulderinto the wall.And it wasn t, not when I knew what was nowmissing from it. Here, I said, remembering the garments in myhands. They ll be five sizes too big, but they re clean.Even springfresh from the fabric softener. I laughed nervously.I didn tknow I was capable of that kind of laugh. Okay, I ve seen it all, she said, reaching for the tee and pants. A man who folds his laundry and who knows what fabric softeneris. I lifted a shoulder. My mother raised her sons to be well- rounded individuals. And she had, although laundry had consistedof wash basins, metal boards, and soap so strong it left your handsred for a week in her time. She did a good job, Emma said, facing back into the room.We stayed this way for another minute, her inspecting the roomlike it wasn t real, me inspecting her in the same way, before shelooked over at me.Her eyes were too shiny to only be sleepy. Thank you, she said. I m sorry I fought you on this, I msorry I was such a brat earlier, and I m sorry you ended up havingto deal with this tonight I d held up my hand at the first sorry,indicating she didn t need to go on, but she ignored me as normal but this is exactly what I needed tonight [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]