Folsom by Tarryn Fisher & Willow Aster

Author:Tarryn Fisher & Willow Aster [Fisher, Tarryn & Aster, Willow]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Fisher and Aster
Published: 2018-05-27T16:00:00+00:00

NINETEEN

FOLSOM

For the next week, appointments fill my days. It’s an endless cycle of women and sex, questions about my health, and late, lonely nights back at the End Men compound. With the permission of the Society and recommendation of my doctor, my appointments are capped at two a day, during which time I abstain from drinking and only use the pills when absolutely necessary. The Society also deems the lottery as a risk and the weekly drawings are suspended from my stay in the Red indefinitely. I haven’t spoken to Gwen in days, having tried to connect with her, only to have her tell me that she’d prefer to talk to me in person.

On the eighth day, I arrive at the Villanova house late in the evening. The estate sits on ten acres of rolling, green land outside the bustle of the city. My appointment is with their daughter and is to be followed by a party. The girl is a friend of Gwen’s sister, Sophia; I recognize her from the night of the last party.

“Langley,” she says, kissing me lightly on each cheek. Before I can respond, a toddler comes barreling into the room and grabs me by the leg.

“Are you my daddy?” she asks, looking up at me. She has Langley’s red hair and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose.

“Ah, Folsom, meet my niece, Beatriz.” She looks down at the little girl. “No, B, this is not your daddy. Your daddy’s name is Jackal.”

“Like the aminal,” she agrees.

I crouch down on my haunches and look into the little girl’s face. “I know your daddy,” I tell her. “He’s my friend.”

It’s the first time I’ve ever announced my friendship with Jackal, and saying it out loud gives me a sense of pride. She smiles so big her eyes disappear and then she runs off, her fiery hair trailing behind her.

“We’re hoping to give her a cousin.” Langley smiles. “Preferably a male one.”

“It’s safer to be born a girl,” I say.

Langley frowns, a practiced gesture she’s perfected. “But where’s the glory in that?”

It strikes me then that Langley is the competitive type. With both her friend and Gwen pregnant, she won’t be outdone.

“Twins would be ideal,” she says. “Boy twins.”

I flinch at the idea and Langley’s laughter fills the room. “They run in my family,” she tells me. “You don’t have to worry about me, Folsom.” She runs a finger along my jaw. “I’m no novice when it comes to men. I’ve had Jackal—a few times actually. Unfortunately our coupling didn’t end in pregnancy.” She frowns at that part and I wonder how hard she took it when her sister got pregnant and she didn’t. I’d seen female disappointment turn into anger; it was a gale of accusations and blame.

After some light conversation, we make our way up to her bedroom where she offers me the obligatory drink. I accept it this time and wait in a chair while she mixes it. I expect her to take a different seat, but instead she straddles me, her own drink in her hand.

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