But something's keeping me here, the receiver clamped to my ear.
“I thought it might trigger my memories,” I say at last, sitting on the side of the bath.
“I just keep thinking, maybe my memory's all there, all locked up, and if only I could get to i t . . . It's so frustrating...”
“Tell me about it,” nathaniel says wryly, and I suddenly imagine him standing in his gray T-?shirt and jeans, scrunching his face up in that way he does, holding the phone with one hand, the other elbow bent with his hand behind his head a glimpse of armpit The image is so vivid that I blink.
“So, how was it? The sex.” His tone has changed, is easier. “It was...” I clear my throat.
“You know. s*x. You know about sex.”
“I do know about s*x,” he agrees. “I also know about s*x with Eric. He's adept... consi
