Chapter Thirteen
Months later, at the close of summer…
Delia often claws at me, and my response to her manner turns me cold. She clings and clutches so much I begin to wonder just who is in control of this relationship. When I find my mind drifting backwards in time to Anna and her less oppressive style, I know it’s time to act.
Bernard suggests, rightly, so I believe, that she needs another master to scare her a little. He recommends Calvin, and I agree. The way she mentions the incident in the theatre makes me think she’s both frightened of him and aroused. The combination seems appropriate for what I want. Calvin decides that three weeks should do, and I can’t wait for a little freedom. She sticks too close and makes me edgy.
