don’t write any of that, but ask if we can talk on Skype or FaceTime.
‘Don’t you think that would diminish the impact of our meeting, like someone fasting and breaking his fast on an onion?’
His refusal kindled my desire and made my passion grow.
He was a husband and a father. I never once asked him to divorce his wife, or to take me as a second wife. I was perfectly happy with our arrangement. I didn’t try to make him jealous by telling him if men asked me out, or wanted to marry me, and I never tried to turn him against his wife. I remember when he used to tell me that she knew about our relationship and was threatening to leave, I just pretended to be busy moving the hands of my watch forwards or backwards.
But one day, five years, two months, and three days ago, he took my hands in his, telling me that we had to end our relationship for the time being.
We were in a nightclub called Aladdin, in Pyramid Street. I remember that everyone in the club was having a siesta, even the cats, as he had insisted on seeing me in the middle of the day. I was surprised when he asked to meet me there, and I suggested instead that we meet on the balcony of the Mina House Hotel, but he objected, and not as gently as usual.
‘No, no.’ And surrounded by the scary pictures of artistes, singers, and dancers, and the smell of cigarettes, he announced, the moment I sat down opposite him, that he loved me more than anyone else in the world, even more than he loved himself, and would love me for ever, for I had entered the pores of his skin and lived inside him, but that present circumstances were against us continuing our relationship.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
