Celia
Becky drove us to her warehouse apartment, and we took the elevator up to the floor where her apartment was. I saw that it was mainly one room, with a closed in space for the bathroom and the bedroom. There was also a loft, which was where Becky slept, on a mattress on the floor. A bohemian life for a girl a that wasn’t sure she wanted to be a true bohemian.
Yet, I thought ruefully, I’d wanted the conservative life, and had ended up being the bohemian one.
I was numb for a while and didn’t say a lot. Becky, on the other hand wouldn’t shut up.
“I’m so sorry, Celia. I didn’t know how to tell you, and I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to make accusations that weren’t true, but I knew Keith was a player, and that he and his brothers were fairly…kinky. I thought maybe you knew. Or that K
