“Have you heard your tone?”
“It’s the only tone I have.”
I let go of the plate and sigh. “Shoot.”
“They’ve set the date for the first hearing.”
“OK.”
“It’s in two weeks.”
I nod slowly.
“We don’t have much time to prepare.”
“And…”
“And to decide. The judge will want assurances before then.”
“Assurances…?”
“Of our commitment.”
“Oh…”
“I thought we should set a date, you know, in case we are asked. And that we should provide evidence of our relationship.”
“He doesn’t want pictures of us sleeping together, right?”
“No, but pictures of us in poses… Affectionate… And with the kids, of course. Those would be useful, too.”
“I don’t think that’s difficult, do you?”
“And you should add my name on your utility bills. Electricity, gas…”
“Sure. I can call tomorrow.”
“Perfect.”
“Anything else?”
“We should talk.”
“Haven’t we already?”
“About us. In an… intimate way.”
That word sneaks up on me without any sense of decency.
“What… do you mean?”
“We should share details about ourselves. Habits, preferences.”
I hope you don’t mean sexual preferences, because this could get really intimate in less than a second.
“Past events, fears, dreams.”
I can’t help thinking that I’d really like to know more about him, not just from a physical point of view. I’d like to know what he was like as a kid, and how he turned out so well. When he decided to become a lawyer, and why he cares so much about us.
