Part 2
Chapter 1
“Hey, babe,” Vassilios said, walking through my front door. He was in the habit of showing up without calling first since I’d given him a key. We’d been seeing each other for ten months come next week. “You turned the phone off again, huh?”
I looked up from my computer screen. “What?” My mind was still miles away, conjuring up a landscape I’d never even walked through. I’d been writing since that morning, struggling to get in the zone. I’d finally escaped reality a few minutes ago, and here was Vassilios. I looked at the screen again. Dinnertime already. “I’m sorry, yeah.”
He came up behind me and kissed my neck. He smelled like tar. “I bet you haven’t eaten all day.” He tossed a brown bag on the desk and strutted off in a way only he could. He had a sort of obscene wa
