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“We don’t have to talk about it,” Nathaniel says, see to sense my discomfort

“It’s fine When“He kind of lost it His drive, his sense of hus between them that were unresolved,” I say I can’t look at hi with the corner of et back out there was the fact that ere about to lose even the inexpensive apartment we’dHe lucked out finding work as your driver He seems to enjoy the work”

“He must have loved your mother very h I want to release

“It was a stressful time,” I say instead

“I’ to sense that I need a change of subject, he leans forward, seeking outthat next weekRoberto as he works”

I s my mind?”

“I wish, Poppy I wish”

Thank God he can’t actually read myall of the very filthy things I’d like his out this side of me I mean, I’m hardly innocent, but I’ve always been very ht to the point Him, I envision all kinds of insanity with

“Probably a good thing you can’t,” I tell him Our food arrives at thatin

“Letabout what a dick I am,” Nathaniel says, then takes a bite of his salmon

I laugh and receive a sing into uess?”

“Lucky guess,” he replies, and I laugh again “So, you spend your days thinking I’anized What else?”

I take another bite, buying myself time I do not think he’s a dick I think about his…

Nope Not going there

“Mostly, I complain to myself about how much my feet hurt,” I tell him