What. The. Fuck. Is. This? Ana tenses beside me. “He was fine,” she says quietly. “Palm-twitchingly mad,” I whisper to her. “Especially now.” So she went to a bar with the guy who was trying to ram his tongue down her throat the last time I saw him. And she’d already agreed to be mine. Sneaking off to a bar with another man? And without my permission… She deserves to be punished. Around me, dinner is being served. I’ve agreed not to go too hard on her…maybe I should use a flogger. Or maybe I should administer a straightforward spanking, harder than the last one. Here, tonight. Yes. That has possibilities. Ana’s looking down at her fingers. Kate, Elliot, and Mia are in a conversation about French cooking, and Dad returns to the table. Where’s he been? “Call for you, darling. It’s the hospital,” he says to Grace. “Please start, everyone,” Mom says, passing a plate of food to Ana. Smells good. Ana licks her lips and the action resonates in my groin. She must be starving. Good. That’s something. Mom has surpassed herself: chorizo, scallops, peppers. Nice. And I realize that I, too, am hungry. That can’t be helping my mood. But I brighten watching Ana eat. Grace returns, looking worried. “Everything okay?” Dad asks, and we all look up at her. “Another measles case.” Grace sighs heavily. “Oh no,” Dad says. “Yes, a child. The fourth case this month. If only people would get their kids vaccinated.” Grace shakes her head. “I’m so glad our children never went through that. They never caught anything worse than chicken pox, thank goodness. Poor Elliot.” We all look at Elliot, who stops eating, mid-chew, mouth stuffed full, bovine. He’s uncomfortable being the center of attention. Kavanagh gives Grace a questioning look. “Christian and Mia were lucky,” Grace explains. “They got it so mildly, only a spot to share between them.” Oh, give it a rest, Mom. “So, did you catch the Mariners game, Dad?” Elliot’s clearly keen to move the conversation on, as am I. “I can’t believe they beat the Yankees,” Carrick says. “Did you watch the game, hotshot?” Elliot asks me. “No. But I read the sports column.” “The M’s are going places. Nine games won out of the last eleven, gives me hope.” Dad sounds excited.
Published on Jun 2, 2016