"No, he didn't know. I was going to tell him... I was, really, only I... never go the chance."
Little Sheba sauntered in from the bedroom then and jumped up on his lap. Prior was grateful to have something to do with his hands. She purred as he stroked her back.
"It was when we were in New York for the weekend. Mark was there but it wasn't my Mark, he didn't remember me. And I drank too much, and I guess... I don't know. God, I don't even know why Roger wanted to. I've only seen him once since then and he wouldn't even talk to me."
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Date: 2009-10-04 11:14 pm (UTC)"No, he didn't know. I was going to tell him... I was, really, only I... never go the chance."
Little Sheba sauntered in from the bedroom then and jumped up on his lap. Prior was grateful to have something to do with his hands. She purred as he stroked her back.
"It was when we were in New York for the weekend. Mark was there but it wasn't my Mark, he didn't remember me. And I drank too much, and I guess... I don't know. God, I don't even know why Roger wanted to. I've only seen him once since then and he wouldn't even talk to me."