CHAPTER X
"What time is it," she implored as soon as she opened her eyes.
"Six."
"Jesus Christ... I can't believe this!"
She picked up her black, leather purse and began to storm down the short
hallway. He admired the thick streaks of bright pink upon her back.
"What am I going to tell them," she asked desperately as she stood with her hand
on the knob to his back door. "We didn't do anything. We were just playing
around."
"That's right," he said as he dumped a handful of ice cubes into a glass. "We
didn't do anything."
"I mean, you're my brother."
"Yes, that I am." He poured Maker's Mark over the ice.
"It's not like an affair or anything. You can't have an affair with your
brother. Plus, we didn't do anything."
"Yep, that's right," he said as he took a sip, leaned against the counter and
looked at his watch. "So you need to go now. Okay?"
"We were just playing around. Right?"
"Sure. I just thought you'd be an interesting subject to draw. 'Nothing wrong
with that, is there?"
"I mean, it's not like I was unfaithful to my husband or anything. We didn't...
do it. Plus, you're my brother. OH MY GOD... you're my brother!"
"Look, you need to go, Margot. I've got things to do. Plus, you're getting on my
nerves. Let me get you a t-shirt and some sweat pants 'cause you're not going
home wearing that."
"No, no. This is fine. We didn't do anything wrong."
"We've done nothing wrong..."
She exited and he watched her stumble in her broken heels, torn blouse and
ripped pantyhose to her Mercedes in the parking lot. He then lit a cigarette,
took a deep pull and smiled.
"...yet."
