“Even so, you have to admit that this is too much for someone who doesn’t want anything to do with you.”
I don’t answer.
Because I have no answer.
The truth is, I don’t know if this is the kind of treatment he gives his conquests.
“I don’t think you’re seeing how much care he’s taking with you.”
Claire gets up and walks toward the wall beside the bed, near the bathroom.
Just when I start wondering if she’s hallucinating, she presses her hand against the wall.
It opens. A door!
I stare at it. Then I get up and follow her, and suddenly, I’m standing face-to-face with every woman’s dream.
A huge walk-in closet.
We step inside, I look around in amazement. Coats shirts, skirts, all organized by color. High heels. loafers. Even running shoes! Silk nightgowns ranging from beige and red
