He was angry. “This is not a matter altogether for levity, Anna,” she said. Shari’s head poked out of the bathroom where she had been preoccupied with preparations for her morning shower. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote— would be very happy to have. She wrapped her legs about his hips as he raised himself upon straight arms, piercing her with his gaze as he thrust into her. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. She did not remember how many seasons it took before she relented, how much time before she decided to toy with his affections. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood, born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. As you admitted to me—one has to square one’s self with the world.
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