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Show iXO "You don't seem to understand." "Who do you think it is then?" "How would I know? It could've been plenty of guys." "A string of men in addition to you? .ill at once?" "I mean any one of plenty of guys. There's always been plenty before." "Plenty.? What's this plenty? I had an affair with John Tobin; I never tried to hide it or apologize for it or any other god damned thing. But it ended. Completely." "And befere him?" "My husbands? Oh, Ace, I'm not going to deny I was married. But I certainly don't see them now." "Isn't Aaron Miles back from Greece?" "What the hell's that got to do with it?" "Well, you did model for him." "And so of course we had an affair. Your simple little middleclass mind. Let me tell you, wart, that was hard work and plenty of it. Hard work -- maybe you can remember what it's like." "Now who's middleclass? I just felt something going on there." She looked at me with flinty, grey eyes. "All right, but it wasn't an affair. He was lonely and I was lonely and I stood areund there naked every day. But not an affair. It was just, uh, sort of, why not? I was dressed for it." "Dressed!" "Undressed. What's the difference? But it was just then, just at that time, no more. Over and done with; nothing came from it. I'd practically forgotten it. It wasn't like John. I almost loved John, I think I would've loved him if he hadn't been so damned jealous. At least I'd V> still be*» living with him. He's a very sweet guy. I'd have married him if . . . My god, to think that you were the one that caused all our troubles!" "Who are you leaving out? Has Mel been visiting Chicago?" |