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“Do it again!” She said. “I want to pick again. You turned over the wrong one anyway!”
“Nope, sweetheart. What’s done is done. You got your fortune.” He leaned back in the chair and took a long draw from the bottle and grinned at her. He offered the bottle. “Here. This’ll make you feel better.”
She sipped it carefully. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“What question?” He reshuffled the cards slowly, as if he had nothing better to do.
“She had the deck of playing cards in
“I told you—Lily said my mom was married to her job. So that’s two fortunes that came true.” When Roger didn’t reply, she nudged his leg with her foot. “So what does that mean?”
her purse. Her idea was to give them to Roger as soon as the memorial was over. Let Roger have them, let him feed them to his pet snake, or chew them into confe .”
“It means fuck-all. That old bastard just played with our brains.”
Rachel crouched beside him and looked closely into his face. “You want to get back at him, don’t you? Well, you probably can’t now.” She watched him curiously, remembering the feel of his bristly black beard under her hand. “That’s the way the cookie crumbles.”
When he didn’t reply, she crawled onto his lap. Feeling suddenly relaxed, she touched his beard, then started to press her mouth to his, parting her lips, inviting his tongue, which felt like a wet, muscular worm. She put her hands on both sides of his massive head, pressed her breasts against him. Finally, after a few moments, he moved her aside and stood, steadying himself against the wall. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Oh, sure,” she said, aloft with her new confi- dence, her suspicions about how things worked suddenly confirmed by the shape of his erec- tion under his wrinkled trousers. “You told me a fortune, well, I’ll tell you one. Since you get off on these kinds of things.” She went over to him and pressed herself against him. “I like your beard, Roger. And I want you to like me and then we’ll both be happy.”
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