In the morning, I didn’t want to get out of bed at all and I was going to make it known. When Elgin pushed back the sheets to get up, I clung to him like a leech.
“We’re not going...”
“It’s eleven o’clock. They’re waiting for us.”
“I don’t care, we just have to tell them that I’m very, very sick, that I can’t stand up and that... We just have to tell them the truth: that I want to stay locked up here with you, all my life! (The day before, after our interlude, we had gone back to sleep at his place)
He smiles.
I rained a shower of little kisses on his shoulders. He shivered. I couldn’t be more convincing.
“If you please... Elgin...”
He yelled at me in surprise as he lifted me off the bed to hug me. He walked into the bathroom, put me in the tub and turned on the faucet. The
