I got a dog-training book. It says Grendel needs mental stimulation, so I tried to train him, but I think he must be retarded.
What do you mean fainted?Took a dive, kissed the pavement. Swooned like a southern belle after her first kiss. Had a dreadful case of the vapors.
Would you like to work here with me?We have no clients and the pay is shit.
We don't need teenage bouda sex fiends as interns.How do you know he is a sex fiend?He is fifteen and he's a bouda. Hello?
Are you happy?When I can get out of my own way.And the rest of the time?The rest of the time I'm in a state of silent panic. I'm afraid it will end. I'll lose him. Lose everything.I've done that. Lost everything. It's a bitch.
It's not a loup cage, you know,' I told her. 'It's a holding cell. Or safe room. or secure room. I don't think Jim ever settled on a term he could live with.''Aha. It's a loup cage.' Andrea cleared her throat. 'I touched it with my finger and it hurt. Is that in case of marital problems?
She put her hands over her face. Ah crap. What do I do now? Do I say something, do I not say something? I kept talking, keeping my voice as light as I could manage. Her shoulders shook slightly. She was crying. Fuck me. I sat there, not sure what to do with myself.
One day I'll kill him, you know.I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.
Her face looked like it would shatter any second.
When I'm with him, I can feel myself getting better. It's like he's picking up broken pieces of me and putting me back together, and I don't even know he's doing it. We never talk about it. We don't go to therapy. He just loves me and that's enough.