7th Day - Clueless
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“What’s behind the door?” Martin asked.
“Why don’t you check for yourself?”
“I’m just curious.”
“You’re a very curious person, Martin,” Julie said without looking at him. “And very polite. Very polite indeed.”
“I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”
“Nothing’s wrong with that. It’s a very desirable trait in every man.” Her mouth had curled around the edges as if something disgusted her.
“I agree,” he said.
“We are very much in agreement then.”
“You haven’t answered though.”
“What?”
“What’s behind the door?”
“You are so very curious. And so very polite. You make me feel so very lucky to be with you this morning.”
“Why are you talking like that?”
“Like what?”
“As if you don’t know how to speak. Everything is ‘very’ something. I don’t understand.”
“That’s because you’re very, very polite, and you won’t open any fucking door if you don’t get permission before. Please, stop me if I’m wrong.”
Martin had never heard her swear. “I feel like I should apologise. Should I?”
“No,” Julie said, “You’ve done nothing. Not a single thing.” She gulped the tea and leaned back on her chair. She didn’t bother adjusting her night-gown, and the motion had almost uncovered her bare breast.
Martin cleared his throat. “Should I open the door, then?”
“If you wish.”
He stood and walked to the back door. Turning the knob, a pleasant smell of rain and grass flooded the kitchen.
“You’ve got a beautiful garden,” he said.
“You have no idea.”
