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really need to get a grip before you take that next basket.”
I walked toward the guest room he was in. Even though
my parents hadn’t been here in a while and never rented it
out, they set it up ready for rent. The only thing they left that
was ours were some family photographs on the wall by the
entrance, and I was sure my uncle would take those down if
they ever decided to rent this out to anyone. Everything else
was new. Absolutely no memory of my childhood or
adolescence was left in here aside from whatever was stored
in my brain.
“Why does he need so many baskets anyway?” I asked.
“And so much champagne?”
“Maybe he’s having guests over.”
“Maybe.”
“So I guess it is true what they say about your first time.”
“I knew you were going to say that.” I groaned, covering
my face with my hands. “I was over there acting like an idiot
and he doesn’t even remember me.”
“Oh, he definitely remembers you.”
“What? No he doesn’t.” I sat on the bed as he continued
packing the suitcase. “He didn’t act like he did.”
“Trust me, he remembers.”
“I really don’t think so.” I bit my lip. “I mean, maybe it’s
best that he doesn’t.”
“It won’t erase the fact that it happened.” Etienne looked
up from the suitcase he was packing. “But I know him. Eli
has the memory of an elephant.”
“I guess he couldn’t very well say ‘Oh, hey, you’re that girl I
fucked once’ in front of you.” I crossed my arms, fighting a
shiver. “God, I just want the earth to swallow me whole and
spit me back out in a few months.”
“You can just leave.” Etienne zipped up his suitcase and
placed it on the floor. “You can go back home. I’m sure it’s
blown over by now.”