That’s true. See, he’s a good shrink … he seems to understand.
“What’s wrong with me?”
That’s a good question to ask a shrink, as I want to know.
His face appears above me and I jump a little in fright; I wasn’t expecting him so suddenly, maybe it wasn’t sudden. I have been taking long pauses to daydream between replies. This is a weird angle, but even down here he looks gorgeous.
Why can’t you look ugly from at least one angle, Carrero? Even the odds up a little. Maybe have a double chin or something.
“Nothing … You deserve so much more than someone like him.” He seems serious, and just hot. Too hot.
“I’m part of him … I have his blood … But he didn’t want to know me.” I sigh dejectedly as he moves from above me and on to the couch beside me; he has a glass which clinks with ice and
