She parked facing a grassy swath with a picnic table in the center and let her eyes unfocus, feeling herself go inward, to her baby. She rubbed circles over her little one and in doing so calmed herself. In that first moment seeing her, Rain had felt a spasm of revulsion. Not at the girl, no, at TJ. Because she’d seemed so very much like a girl indeed, not the womanly seductress she’d envisioned. Somehow, in fact, she could see now she’d conflated the perky and supple Layla from work with the girl in question. She’d noticed that scar and hoped it didn’t register on her face, the surprise of it, and she immediately wondered what had happened and how this girl felt about it, then she wondered what TJ had said about it. He’d probably been very sweet. There was a falling-away sensation to it, like shingles off a rotting roof, her increasingly strained love for her husband, as she confronted this young, scarred girl whom he’d slept with. Girl maybe, but child not exactly. “Not in the bed,”
What do You think about The Whole Golden World (2013)?
