"I love you, damnit! Isn't that what I'm trying to say? There are so damned many people out here who are trying to get to know you, but a lot of them are obsequious bastards, and you know it and I know it."I love you, damnit! Isn't that what I'm trying to say? There are so damned many people out here who are trying to get to know you, but a lot of them are obsequious bastards, and you know it and I know it. The people you collect around you, you must have a reason for it." I do? "And some of us are... curious. About you... about how you make love." "Like who?" I said, not quite sure I was hearing this. "Like Raine, Irene, Chazelle, Annie. Like Leara, M'lees, Chelsea. Like, even..." and her eyes were watching her fingers playing with a blade of grass under the hot sky, and I could only see her in profile, but her eyes flickered and a smile threatened, as if she was unsure of what emotion she should feel, and her voice dropped down to a murmur, "me?" "You?" "Yeah, Me" she said angrily. "What's wrong with me?" "Nothing, nothing at all, it's just..." Just what? Why hadn't I made love to any of my creations? Incestuous avoidance? What? Personal involvement? Avoiding a sense of favoritism? Separation? What? "What?" she asked, aloud. |