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Show J4? I began to get more self-conscious inside the apartment. I had been sleeping in my underwear but now I went out and bought pajamas with buttons on the fly. Even if I woke up in the mornings while S & & was still there, no matter how badly I had to piss, I stayed in bed pretending to be asleep until she had gone. On weekends when she was there and slept in, I made sure I got up before her so that I could sneak into the bathroom and dress hidden in there. She seemed oblivious to my precautions. I wanted to reassure John Tobin for her sake, to explain to him how safe I was. What can a mule do? Now everyjtime I met Carrie on the stairs she gave me such an unmistakable look of disapproval, the selfish libertine, that I shriveled a bit. Dreading that look I tiptoed around i like a thief. When unavoidably I did run into her I put on a cheerful visitor look, a temporary air, glancing around me on the stairs as if looking for a new place to live. And all the while, particularly when Ha/m was home, particularly if she happened to laugh loudly or something, I had the uneasy feeling 4 that at any moment I would hear boots on the stairs, the cops come to break down the door and arrest us for unlawful cohabitation. |