You know!”
“Tom …”
“Don’t say it, Anna. Sex videos She spilt a little of her drink on herself and laughed more. It was five till midnight. We watched Time Square on TV in silence, Anna taking the occasional sip from her wine glass. When the clock ticked one second, Anna turned and gently grabbed my head, kissing me, tenderly. “But we are.”
“Why, Anna? Why not me? Like giving up on hope and destiny and all that other fairy tale stuff. I wanted a fucking message to be sent in big, bold, capital, thank-the-baby-Jesus letters. I knew he was a lying snake. I can’t. But we did not. I felt myself welling up. We’d still hang out, and she’d say things like, “God, you’re such a great guy. I hated that guy. Her tongue was aggressive but soothing. Why not me? Like giving up on hope and destiny and all that other fairy tale stuff. I can’t take it.”
Tears were in her eyes again. I felt myself welling up. I opened my gift: A $40 gift card to GameStop.
