The Story of My Wife by Milan Fust

Author:Milan Fust [Fust, Milan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-11-25T05:00:00+00:00

A friend of mine once told me that after such passionate interludes he'd sit down in the kitchen with his woman and start peeling potatoes. I quite approved, but in a fancy sitting room you can't really do that. Ah, one can be so awkward. I stared at the wall for a while; I can still remember that magic moment when a slender, shadowy figure was pinning her hair up near me with delicate, ethereal fingers . . . And I wanted to tell her how lovely the wall covering was in the room.

And it was indeed, all shimmering and velvety smooth, but then the entire flat was very elegantly appointed, which made me feel all the more miserable. I was ashamed of myself for being so wild. God only knows why we get more embarrassed when our passions flare in hallways and anterooms . . . For that's what bothered me most, clearly. Though it was partially her fault. In that night club I had whispered in her ear, as I was leaving:

"I want a dozen kisses from you, don't forget." To which she replied, with a laugh:

"A dozen? Fine; you will get one a month."

And not only that, she remembered it now, which made her welcome so irresistible and so . . . bewildering in the end. For she said: "Here's what I owe you." Then, closing her eyes and grasping my head with both hands like an insistent drunkard, she counted off all twelve kisses . . . And then a thousand more. My lips stayed hot from these kisses, scorched even.

For needless to say, in the subdued light of this room she looked quite different than in the glare of the nightclub. Here she wasn't a slippery demi-mondaine but a serious pleasure-seeker, like myself. Perhaps that's the reason why she made such an impression on me. And if we add to this that beguiling whisper of hers ... I had every reason to fear those big black eyes.

Soon afterwards I had a chance to observe how she lied to Kodor, for just then the telephone rang.

"Hello," she said brightly, melodiously. "It's all right, the captain is not coming tonight. (I was sitting right there, for God's sake.) He sent his regrets, in a letter," she explained, turning to me as she did. And she went on to tell him that if he didn't feel well, he should go straight to bed, she wasn't going to the theatre tonight—"I don't feel like it, I have a headache. But I'll run up to see you just the same. Later tonight, yes." And she hung up.

"What was this all about?" I said and smiled. As surprised as I was, I understood.

"Kodor knows you invited me up here?"

"Of course he knows. He knows everything."

"You don't say."

"Well, almost everything," she corrected herself with an impish wink. "Actually, he had been meaning to see you. There's some unfinished business he wanted to discuss with you."

"Business?"

Mrs. Cobbet didn't quite know what it was, but he did arrange for us to meet at his place.

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