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him, as mine
were from me, but I wasn’t about to let my marshmallow heart get me into any
more trouble. I’d booked a flight. I had to go.
    “I’m sorry about
that, but I have my own problems.”
    She raised a
disbelieving eyebrow.
    “My ex-husband cut
off my health insurance.” I held up my plastered wrist. “So I’ve got to find
five grand to pay for this. Damage thatJack’s responsible for, by the
way. And considering I won’t be able to work until this comes off, I’m not
feeling particularly charitable toward him right now.”
    Okay, that was
bitchy, but aforesaid tiredness was catching up with me.
    She nodded. “Up to
you whether you visit him again.” But she pinned me with an I think you
should gaze before she marched off on those rubber heels nurses sneak
around on.
    “I’m not,” I said
to her retreating back, but quietly enough that she wouldn’t hear me. It wasn’t
her fault that she’d provoked me with her ridiculous suggestion.
    Go back in there.
    As if.
    But the moment
after I thought, When hell freezes over , my reckless imagination saw me
back in his room, up on his bed, doing things that would not be allowed in a hospital. Things I hadn’t imagined doing with any man, like licking my way
down his stomach, below the sheet to...
    I shuddered and
closed my eyes, but it wasn’t a shudder of revulsion. It was a shudder of Shiva
protect me from my own mind. Because I didn’t do oral sex. It was
unsanitary. And unnecessary. You didn’t make babies that way. I’d been very
happily avoiding that for the last twenty years. So I had no idea why I’d be fantasizing
about it now, imagining I’d enjoy it.
    It was ridiculous.
    I shuddered again,
and forced myself to look around for the restroom. When I saw it, I marched on in,
and after some awkwardness getting my dress up and panties down one-handed, I
had a good, long pee. Which, exactly as Jill said, did clear my mind.
    I needed to get
out of the hospital. And the only way they’d let me do that was by paying the
bill. There was no way around that. I’d be short on funds but I could work
something out. Jill would help with ideas. She was smart. I wasn’t alone in
this.
    So I made my way
back to the admin desk, emptied my savings account to pay the bill, and on the
way out, spent a precious ten dollars in the hospital pharmacy buying a pair of
cheap flip-flops which I wore to the bus stop, trying to ignore the curious
glances of other commuters.
    Thankfully, the
trip back to my cousin’s apartment was fast and far less expensive than a taxi
would have been. Kamal was still home, and after hearing my tale of woe, he
offered to drive me to the airport on his way to work, even though it would
make him late.
    I wanted to hug
him, but he was twenty-five and oversexed enough without me giving him mixed
signals. He looked on me as an older sister which suited me perfectly, and I
was grateful that he was accommodating enough to let me stay in his guestroom
until I ‘found my feet’, whenever that was.
    As we got into his
nippy little Mazda sports car in the basement of his apartment block, I glanced
across at him and suddenly realized that other women would think Kamal was
cute. He went to the gym and had pretty brown eyes which had lured many a girl
home to have noisy sex in the bedroom next to me.
    Last Saturday
night I’d even overheard him professing that Hindus were taught the Kama Sutra,
which had made me smile—for the first time in a long time. But as for my own sexual
reaction to him? Nada. Zip. Nothing. Which was good. He was my cousin. But in
the wake of the debacle with Jack, I felt suddenly confused about men and that
distracted me from conversation as we drove to the airport.
    Was my libido
waking up? Would I find all sorts of men attractive now? Or was it only Jack
who turned me on? Kamal pulled up outside Departures and caught me staring
at him. He frowned back.
    “Are you
okeydokey, Missy Diva?” he said in a faux Mumbai