Chapter Two - Richard
Charlotte's yell reverberates down the stairs and along the hall, accompanied by a wooden thumping. All heads rise, following the sound.
Elizabeth's eyes light with laughter. “What… Again? That’s the third time today.”
“I make it four.” James clicks his tongue. “Charlotte wants to be pregnant again. Michael wants her pregnant. Between them, they’re making every opportunity for it to happen.”
Another wail echoes. I fold arms. Grin to James. Jerk my chin up the stairs. “Don't you miss the days when you could keep that up? Three, four, five times a day. Come up for air, then go under again.”
James tugs at an ear. “He’s looking pleased with himself for sure. When Charlotte does find she’s expecting, she'll remember who’s responsible.”
The front door clicks open and Klempner enters, Mitch right behind him. “Ah, James, I…” Another yell reverberates. Klempner halts mid-step, wincing. “Christ, they still at it? She's going to need a f*****g walking frame.”
Mitch flicks invisible lint from his shoulder. “Larry, perhaps you and I should go out for a few hours. You need a new jacket. I’ll come to help you choose.”
Klempner rumbles. “I don’t need another jacket…”
The thumping grows louder, faster…
“Headboard?” I suggest.
James nods, face bland. “I’d say so, yes.”
The banging dies away again, but the wails amplify and extend.
“Probably grinding into her,” comments James. “Aiming for her g-spot.”
“Sounds like he’s succeeding,” I nod.
“Perhaps I do need a new jacket.” Klempner spins and exits. Mitch drops us a long slow wink, then follows him out.
And we all burst out laughing.
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