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I manage to pop the cork without much difficulty and I’m relieved when it doesn’t spray everywhere. I pour some into a mug and keep hunting through the kitchen.
Jesus fuck! Wholemeal pasta—I never knew such a thing existed. Healthy biscuits and protein bars. I’m almost beyond endurance when I spy some shining boxes at the back of the cupboard.
Fancy chocolates! Biscuits with cream in the center! I trot back to the couch with my bounty and drop myself down into the soft cushions to have my breakfast.
Its funny watching the morning shows doing their thing while my music plays. They all look out of sync. A couple of glasses of champagne in, they look even funnier. I realize I’ve finished all the sweets and wonder if I might starve to death before she gets home.
I swear to God, Im not eating any of that health stuff. We are going to order a pi
zza if I have any say in it.
I remember the cookies we got at the diner and pull them out of my bag and start crunching them while I go through the clothes. Helen’s robe is big and comfy and I don’t really want to change, but I need to find something to wear while my gear gets washed. I pick up each garment in turn before hurling it to the floor in disgust.
Every blouse or skirt is plainly cut and solidly colored. Theres beige, white and black. Nothing bright or fun. I hold a couple of the dresses up to myself but I cant bring myself to put them on.
I check out the TV and the movie is coming on. I switch off my phone and settle in.
While I watch the movie I slam through most of the champagne and everything in the kitchen I can find that might have sugar in it. The movie turns out to be one of those romances where they don’t get together until the end and then one of them dies.
I swallow the last of the champagne in disgust and head to the bathroom. I start filling up the massive tub and fill it with all kinds of salts and oils. The warm water immediately makes me feel better. I soak and scrub and rinse out my hair. I’m actually thinking I could eat a strawberry now. Maybe when I open the other bottle of champagne.
As I wander back to the TV I trip over a pile of clothes I left on the floor. I drop my towel and fall on my ass.Cursing, I get up and pull the robe back on. I have to navigate to the lounge dodging the wrappers and cups Ive left lying around.
I lay back on the big couch, watching the TV out of the corner of my eye. Nothing interesting is on and I might need more music. I stumble to the fridge, rip off the cap of the other bottle of champagne and take a hit right from the bottle. I grab the tray of strawberries and trot back to the couch.
I turn the volume up eagerly as the afternoon game shows and talkies come on. Maybe I’ll get to see a celebrity fuck up or something. I honestly cant remember the last time I was able to hang out like this for a whole day, just pleasing myself and relaxing. Helen’s a hell of a gal.
With a hell of a body too… Don’t think I haven’t noticed! It would be easier for me to treat her as a potential one night stand, but clearly that’s not going to happen. A woman like that needs more attention.
Im not sure Im the one to give it to her. I’d like it to be me, but I’ve already wasted too much time on traps that were no good to me.
Im thinking of how luscious she is and what I might be able to do to show my appreciation, when I hear the door click. I sit up on the lounge, practically waving the champagne with a big grin.
“Hey! My woman! Where ya been?”
“Roxy…”
“Yeah, Helen? How was your day?”
She looks at the floor strewn with candy wrappers and clothes. The wet trail of footprints leading from the bathroom to the couch. Her eyebrow twitches just slightly.
“Roxy, are you drinking all my good champagne?”
Thirteen
Helen
I think I might be about to have a panic attack. My first one ever. I should feel lucky. If I had a therapist, I’m sure she’d consider this to be a good step towards getting more excitement in my life.
I should be relieved, I guess. My stuff is still here, she didn’t clean me out. I can be grateful for that, but when I ran all the way home from work, I was thinking just a quick shower and a change and then we could meet Lisa and Sharon.
I decide to work on the one part of the problem that I know I have to solve. Roxy. The apartment, the treatment of my clothes and the scattered leftovers of all my food, these I can get upset about later.
Roxy is still just laughing and wavering, holding the bottle. I cross the distance quickly and kneel in front of her.
“Roxy, are you understanding me?”
She nods, giggling.
