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Ten minutes later, I was there at the newly fabricated camp.
We went through the course with a documentary maker, answering questions about Reboot.
After he left us, I turned to Carson. “I need to talk to you about something. And it’s not about Reboot.”
“Sure.”
“Let’s go into the hall, and I’ll fix us a drink. We can talk there.”
When we arrived at the hall, we ran into my sister, much to my frustration. She always loved to stop and chat whenever Carson was around.
With those tight torn jeans and T-shirt that moulded into his big shoulders, he was muscle upon muscle and a chick magnet.
“Hey.” She was all smiles, and her eyes glued on him. “How’s the boot camp going? I’d love to come over and watch some time.”
“It’s not there for entertainment, you know,” I said.
Carson turned to me. “She can come to the opening tomorrow night, though.”
She nodded with a keen twinkle in her eyes.
“Why not? The more the merrier.”
“Hey, don’t sound so fucking enthusiastic,” she said. “Ethan wants in too. You’ve sent him an invite, haven’t you?”
“I thought he was off to New York,” I said.
“Nuh. He’s got some project on the boil. He plans to develop his parcel of land.”
“Around the duck pond?” I loved that pond.
“Yep.” She returned her to attention to Carson. “More family drama. Can’t wait.”
“Mm… you thrive on it,” I muttered, gesturing to Carson, who seemed too engrossed in my maneater sister, for us to keep moving.
He saluted her and followed me out to the garden, clutching his drink.
“What’s up with you, man?” he asked, as we settled down on the marble bench by the fountain of the winged god Mercury. The same bench where I’d kissed Theadora’s innocent lips. The same lips sucking some wanker’s dick in those trashy photos.
I told him about the images that had turned my day into a shitstorm.
“She obviously wanted you to remember her as that innocent girl you’d fallen for.”
The muscle in my jaw flexed. “I nearly chucked up when I saw them.”
He nodded sympathetically. “Are you sure it’s her?”
The same thought had occurred to me as I wrestled with all kinds of demons, seeing her tits in some fucking greasy worm’s face. “Great question. It’s a profile shot. And I can’t see her face.”
“Maybe the photos are doctored?”
“She was a virgin, Carson. A fucking virgin. What virgin sucks dicks?”
His lips curled into a half-grin. “I believe they did in the olden days, when virginity was a necessity for marriage.”
“Like in the Middle East or in the nineteenth century and back.”
He shrugged. “Practicing Catholics still do.”
