DMITRI: We’ll discuss it when I get home.
I can feel his absence like a sudden cold front ripping through theapartment. I hate how much it bothers me.
Grimacing, I resist the urge to go back to my photo library. All that’ll do isbum me out further. So instead, I spend the rest of the day napping,snacking, and watching Old Hollywood movies in the theater room.
I emerge from my little dungeon only when it’s dark outside and my body iscraving food. The cupboards are stocked like something out of my dream.The selection is almost suspiciously good, like Dmitri scraped the inside ofmy head for ideas and pasted it all onto a grocery list.
But, c’mon, no freaking way. There’s no chance on earth he took the time tofigure out what kind of snacks I like to eat.
