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Chapter 13: Private
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MY GYNECOLOGIST Chapter 15: Morning
SCARLET ♠️I was home by two-thirty.Noah was asleep, I could tell from the quality of the house’s silence before I even reached the bedroom, the specific stillness of a space that has been unoccupied and undisturbed for hours. I stood in the doorway for a moment. His shape under the covers, the even breathing, the arranged side of the bed. The familiar landscape of a man completely at rest.I went to the bathroom. Closed the door softly. I turned on the shower.I stood under the water for a long time. Not scrubbing anything away, I want to be clear about that. I was not standing under the shower trying to wash Ray off me or erase the evening or perform any kind of ritual cleansing that would have implied regret I did not feel. I stood under the water because I needed to think and I thought better in the shower than anywhere else and I had a significant amount of thinking to do.Here was what I knew.I had spent the night with Ray Lionel in a hotel room on the fourteenth floor of a
MY GYNECOLOGIST Chapter 14: The first time again
SCARLET ♠️Neither of us moved toward the door.That was the thing. We both knew where the door was, I had come through it two hours ago, the hostess had pointed me in the right direction, it was not a complicated building to navigate. We both knew it was there and we both knew what walking through it meant and we both stood beside the table in the low light of the hotel bar and did not move toward it.Ray picked up his jacket from the booth. I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. We stood there looking at each other with the full knowledge of two adults who understood exactly what the next decision was and exactly what it cost.“I should go,” I said.“Yes,” he agreed.Neither of us moved.The bar had thinned out in the last hour, it was closer to ten now, the after-work crowd replaced by the later, quieter kind, couples in booths, a man at the bar alone with his drink and his thoughts. The ambient noise was lower. The lighting felt closer. I was aware of Ray with the specific awareness o
MY GYNECOLOGIST Chapter 13: Private
SCARLET ♠️I told Noah I had a client consultation.It was Tuesday, plausible, specific, the kind of lie that has enough texture to it that it doesn’t require elaboration. A client in Midtown, a design review, it might run long, don’t wait on dinner. I said it at breakfast with my coffee in one hand and my phone in the other and my eyes on the schedule I had pulled up on screen, and Noah looked up from his newspaper and said of course, let me know if you need the car and went back to reading.I stood at the kitchen counter and thought about the woman I was becoming and whether she was someone I recognized and concluded that she was, more than I had been in years, actually, which was its own complicated thing to sit with.Ray had sent the address at nine PM the night before. A hotel bar in Midtown, the kind of place with low lighting and high-backed booths and enough ambient noise to have a private conversation without being private in a way that meant anything. Public and quiet at th
MY GYNECOLOGIST Chapter 12: Noah’s performance
NOAH ♠️I knew something was different before I opened the front door.I have been married to Scarlet for eight years, and in that time I have learnt her the way you learn about the house you live in, not consciously, not by study, but by accumulation. The particular quality of her silences. The specific way she holds her body when she is working something out that she has not decided to tell me yet. The temperature of a room she has been alone in for too long.I stood outside our front door at six-forty PM with flowers in one hand, peonies, her favorite, the ones that cost too much and last too short a time which had always struck me as exactly the kind of flower she would choose, and I knew before I turned the key that the evening was going to require a version of me she didn’t often get to see. The version that remembered, with deliberate effort, what it was that had made her choose me in the first place.I was very good at that version when I needed to be.I just didn’t always
MY GYNECOLOGIST Chapter 11: The whole truth
SCARLET ♠️Clara refilled my mug and sat back down and folded her hands on the table and looked at me with the particular patience of a woman who had been waiting for this conversation longer than I had realized.“I have nowhere to be,” she said again. “And you have been carrying something for two weeks that is getting heavier every day I can see it on your face. So.” She nodded at the phone, face down between us, Ray’s name no longer lit but somehow still present in the room like a word said out loud that hasn’t finished landing yet. “Start wherever you need to start.”I picked up my mug. Put it down. Picked it up again.“His name is Ray Lionel,” I said. “And before I tell you anything else about what is happening right now I need to tell you who he was first. Because it matters. The order of it matters.”Clara nodded. Said nothing. Waited.So I told her.I told her about being twenty-two and meeting Ray at a point in my life when I was still becoming whoever I was going to be, before
MY GYNECOLOGIST Chapter 10: Clara’s Kitchen
Scarlet ♠️Clara opened the door before I knocked.She had been watching for my car from the window, I knew this because the door swung open as I was still coming up the path, and Clara was standing there in her dressing gown with her hair not yet done and two mugs already in her hand, which meant the kettle had been on for a while. She looked at my face for approximately one second.Then she stepped back and let me in without saying a word.That was the thing about twelve years of friendship. You develop a language that doesn’t require words. Clara took one look at me, the clothes I had put on too quickly, the face I had not yet managed to arrange into anything presentable, the way I was carrying myself like someone who had been awake all night holding something heavy, and she understood that this was not a visit that required small talk. She handed me a mug. Pointed at the kitchen table. Went to make the tea.I sat down.Her apartment was the same as it always was, warm, slightly
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