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“Nevermind. Just keep that shirt pulled down over your ass. Your little succubus act won’t wash this time.”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
“Attitude.”
“Whatever.”
The sunlight feltgood on Angel’s face. She walked alongside Ross as he led her through the most beautiful garden she had ever seen in her life. In the late afternoon hour, golden light made every flower and glimmering drop of rain look sent from heaven.
“This is lovely,” she said. “I love this place.”
“Thank you.”
“You do all this yourself?”
“I do,” said Ross.
“You could hire somebody.”
“I could.”
“But that would take out the fun,” she said.
“That’s exactly right.”
They walked past the fountain then over the bridge. Ross watched her from the corner of his eye. She stopped in the middle of the bridge, staring down at the orange fish moving through the green water below. He wondered what she might be thinking of. He saw the tension in her posture, but she wasn’t afraid of him.
Ross put his hands behind his back, his stance loose but his attention fixed on Angel. “So let’s say you’re telling the truth, babygirl.”
“Truth about what?”
“Your amnesia.”
She stiffened. “I am telling the truth. I been telling the truth. But yeah. What?”
“Well now, where does that leave you? Where’s that leave me? You can’t stay here.”
“I know that.”
“You want to go home, don’t you?”
“I guess…I guess that’s what I should want,” she said slowly. She confessed, “When I think home, I don’t feel good. I feel sick in here.” She put a fist in her stomach gently, twisting up the borrowed Henley shirt.
“It’s important that we find a place for you to go,” he said firmly.
She kicked an acorn off the bridge. It hit the water and sent ripples over the water’s emerald surface. “I know,” she said.
He chased away a tiny yellow butterfly from her hair. Angel watched it flit away between the rosebushes.
“What are you thinking about?” Ross was suddenly moved to ask.
“This might be the prettiest place I ever seen,” she said.
The garden looked even better with her standing in it, but he didn’t say that.
“There’s something else we got to discuss,” he said. “What happened this morning. And before.”
“The sex thing,” she said, surprising him with her directness. “I know. I can’t explain it. Every time you say my name I just feel like I have to go to bed with you no matter what. Like if you don’t touch me…It feels wrong if you don’t touch me. There’s something the matter with me, heavy.” Fear bled into her voice. “I don’t know where I am, I don’t know who I am. There’s a big hole in my mind.”
