True Things About Me A Novel (Deborah Kay Davies) Read Online Free PDF

leg was leaping about.One of the kids had a flag on a short pole, and he was waving it enthusiastically inches from the heads of the others. That’s all I could see as I drove along the road. When I got home I looked at the piece of paper with his address on it. There was also a telephone number. I hadn’t registered it, all the times I had looked, which was odd. I sat on the sofa with the phone and the note. I knew I would call the number eventually. I was almost in no hurry to do it. The longer I sat the slower my heart beat. I could hear its drumming tailing off in my ears. I began to feel that this time, on my own, on the sofa, was a precious time. I felt sure that he would soon be with me. He must have got my note by now. What was more normal than to follow up a letter with a friendly phone call?

I entertain at home
    I WAS LOOKING for the key in my bag when he appeared behind me. In the small porch he looked enormous. I invited him in. I got all your little messages, he said, sounding amused. So here I am. What do you want? His voice was surprisingly soft, confidential even. He had a way of turning sideways when he spoke, as if he might bolt away at any moment. It made me want to hold onto him, but I didn’t. I liked the way he filled the hallway.
    Coffee? I asked, walking ahead of him, trying to keep my voice normal. He said he wanted something stronger. I only had Martini and gin. Don’t bother, he said. What have you got to eat? He roamed around downstairs. For such a large person he was a quiet walker. I stood in the kitchen and looked in the fridge. Cottage cheese, I called out. Salad, some eggs. I could go out and get something. OK, he said. Where’s the remote?
    I left him draped on the sofa watching TV, and went tothe supermarket in my car. I tried to drive carefully. All the shoppers were drifting around the store in slow motion. I wanted to smash them with my basket. I bought some chocolate for myself, Jack Daniels, thick-cut bacon, crusty bread and spicy sausages. Somehow I knew he wasn’t vegetarian. I gobbled half the chocolate down as I drove home. I was sure he would be gone when I got back, but there he was, stretched out on the sofa. Someone called Alison rang, he said, still looking at the TV screen. I told her you’d left the country.
    After he’d eaten he said, Come on, baby, and held out his arms. He kissed me all over my face; succulent, bacony kisses. He told me to bring the chocolate. In my bedroom he laid me on my bed and closed the curtains. My room felt strange. He expertly took off my clothes. Now you do me, he said. I stripped off his socks. His feet were beautiful. The nails square and smooth. I struggled with his jeans. He lifted his hips up so I could pull them down. His erection sprang out at me. Don’t bother with my shirt, he said. Now I want you to sit on this. I straddled him and lowered myself down slowly. He pushed a square of chocolate into my mouth. It turned to liquid immediately. I seemed to feel him near my heart. There was a buried ache. Baby, he said, you’re lovely, aren’t you? I don’t know how to do this, I said. I thought I would cry.
    He lifted me off. I lay on my front and he caressed my back and buttocks. Can’t wait any longer, he said, and flipped me over and pushed a pillow under my hips. I held onto him tightly with my arms, and crossed my legs behind his back.I pressed my nose into his fine, curly hair. My tongue tasted sweet and creamy to me. Later when I woke he’d gone. There was a note on the kitchen table. ‘Got to run. Back later probably,’ it said.

I am not always available
    IT WAS DIFFICULT to concentrate in the office. I kept wanting to look at myself in the mirror. My boss asked if I was all right. I told her I’d never felt better, which was true in a way. It was a hectic feeling, and I was incapable of sitting still. Interviewing claimants was challenging. I kept thinking of how I first saw him, lounging on a screwed-down chair in