Mr. Breakfast by Jonathan Carroll

Author:Jonathan Carroll [Carroll, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Melville House
Published: 2023-01-17T00:00:00+00:00

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“Where are we going?” She was growing a little impatient. They’d been walking a long time.

“Did you have a serious boyfriend when you were in school?”

“Yes, of course. Vasilis. Vasilis Katsavou. He was a very tall boy, tall and sweet—a basketball player. Why do you ask?”

“Because we’re going to my old girlfriend’s house.”

Antheia perked up. “Really? How romantic. What was her name?”

“Carson Schreiner.”

“Were you two in furious love?”

Patterson smiled. “I guess as furious as teenagers can be.”

“Were you her first? Was she yours?”

Even after all these years, he still felt shy answering that question, as if saying yes would somehow retroactively smear Carson’s high school reputation. He said hesitantly, “I was. She wasn’t.”

“She wasn’t what?”

“My first.” He purposely looked straight ahead, fully aware Antheia was watching for his reaction.

“Were you kind to her?”

Taken aback by the question, Patterson hesitated. “I hope so. As I remember, I tried to be.” He felt a small flutter of apprehension in his heart, thinking back a quarter century to the night in Carson’s basement playroom where the big event happened. Had he been kind? He remembered wearing English Leather cologne and new Bass Weejun loafers he’d bought specifically for this occasion. Shoes he could slip off and on quickly. He remembered planning his outfit for that night down to the smallest detail…

Antheia said, “Vasilis was my first, too.” She grinned and shook her head, remembering. “I wouldn’t let him use a condom the first time we did it because I wanted to know what it really felt like to have sex without a rubber chaperone on his poulaki.”

“His what?”

“Poulaki. His…what do you call it in English…his dick. Poulaki in Greek means little bird. I think the whole thing scared him, though, poor boy. But I really liked it—right from the beginning, I’ve always been crazy for sex.”

Patterson didn’t know what to say to that one, but luckily Carson Schreiner’s house was in sight by then. He pointed to it and stepped up his pace. Antheia and Fellini hurried to follow.

“What are you going to do when we get there?”

“Ring the bell and hope someone is home.”

“And then what? What are you going to say, Graham?”

“I don’t know yet. First I want to see who opens the door.”

Patterson rang the bell and took two big steps back so as to give whoever answered space to check him out.

The door was opened by a pleasant looking middle-aged woman with beautiful strawberry blond hair that came to her shoulders. Her freckled face blossomed into a huge smile when she recognized him. Delighted, she put her hands on her cheeks. “Oh Graham, you came! I’m so glad. I thought it was a crazy shot in the dark, writing to you out of the blue like that after all these years. I didn’t even think you’d get my letter. But my God, here you are. You came!”

Patterson and Antheia glanced at each other, stunned.

“Come in, come in—please. You don’t know how happy it makes me to see you.

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