#Chapter23
That’s true. See, he’s a good shrink … he seems to understand.
/"What’s wrong with me?/"
That’s a good question to ask a shrink, as I want to know.
His face appears above me and I jump a little in fright; I wasn’t expecting him so suddenly, maybe it wasn’t sudden. I have been taking long pauses to daydream between replies. This is a weird angle, but even down here he looks gorgeous.
Why can’t you look ugly from at least one angle, Carrero? Even the odds up a little. Maybe have a double chin or something.
/"Nothing … You deserve so much more than someone like him./" He seems serious, and just hot. Too hot.
/"I’m part of him … I have his blood … But he didn’t want to know me./" I sigh dejectedly as he moves from above me and on to the couch beside me; he has a glass which clinks with ice and slides it on the low table to my left. He sits near my head so he can look down at my face and he’s no longer smiling. He seems blank.
