A garbage can falls. Allan cuts his hand on the brick on the side of the house, rubs it raw. But there is Sophie. Stark n***d. Small breasts, round shapely stomach – looks like she does sit-ups, it’s toned – and no pubic hair that he can see. Raw. Like his kid. Allan stares.
He just wanted to see what they were doing, if they were cleaning up or leaving the dishes for the morning. He wanted to see what they looked like when no one was around, when they were by themselves. Allan wondered if Sophie lightened up then, if the scowl on her face disappeared when there were no guests around, nobody to disapprove of. But now Allan sees that Sophie obviously disapproves of Paul as well. She’s glaring at him.
God she looks good, though. Allan rubs his hand. It’s bleeding slightly. Sophie is facin
