Ellie was, I decided, even lower maintenance than I was. When I said something about the bugs at the first breakfast, she just laughed.
"What’s a little blood? You won’t miss it."
Kind of not the point, I wanted to say, but I didn’t.
And the close proximity of the bedrooms, and the lack of any soundproofing (or even any sound resistance) didn’t stop her from enjoying El Speed’s attentions at night. As I lay in my room, the whine of the mosquitoes doing nothing to dull the sounds of Ellie’s enjoyment, I felt thrown back to my high school days when my straight classmates thought nothing of flaunting their s****l attraction for each other, and I’d felt sure they would have been horrified if another boy and I had done the same.
Tuesday was mixed. It rained most of the day, so we didn’t spe
