Page 125 of The Skeikh's Games


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“Yes! Oh my gosh, is that what happened to your sister?”

“Yeah. It’s a control thing, I guess. I don’t get it, really, but I gather it’s not uncommon.”

“He made me think that everything I liked was shit, that I had no taste, no intellect. Sometimes I’m no even sure what it is I do like anymore. I haven’t listened to music in months.”

“What did you listen to before you met him?”

“I liked oldies.”

“Like how old?”

“Forties, fifties, sixties.”

“Beatles?”

“Oh yeah!”

“Good. You need to listen to them again. They’ll remind you of who you are.”

“I got rid of all my CDs when we lived together. But I can buy some new ones. That’s a good idea,” she said, feeling more hopeful. “So what do you like to listen to?” she asked, figuring he’d say country rock, or metal, or maybe electronic music.”

“Mostly classical these days. You look surprised. Did you think I’d say ZZ Top or something?”

Sophia laughed. “I didn’t know what to think. I’ve never actually met anyone like you.”

“Oh, the tatts and all?”

She nodded. “It’s a little scary.”

“Yeah, I guess. Souvenirs of my misspent youth.”

“Were you a reform school boy?”

That made him laugh. He threw back his head and laughed out loud. His teeth were strong and white. Sophia had never seen anyone with sexy teeth before.

“I was a prep school boy. This is all in reaction to a very conservative upbringing.”

“Prep school? Private?”

“Yup. Andover and then Cambridge. My folks wanted me to go to Yale, but I dug my heels in and held out for another country.”

“You are just full of surprises.”

“You know what they say about books and covers,” he reminded her.

“Let me get you some more coffee.” As she poured she said, “So what do you do? Lawyer? Doctor?”

“Lord no. I own a tech company.”

“Not Buchanan BioTech?”

“The same. You’ve heard of it? I’m surprised.”

“The company I work for insures it. You’re pretty diversified if I remember correctly.”

“You do,” he told her. New stuff is like candy to me. Right now we’re working on 3D medical printing, and it’s fantastically exciting. We can print new skin for burn victims. It’s like science fiction, but my company is doing it.” As he spoke about it, his eyes lit up and it was clear that he believed passionately in what his company was going. Listening to him was exciting.

Finally he said, “I’m sorry, I get wound up about these things. I don’t mean to go on and on.”

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