Andromeda, a novel by Joe Nobel, Part 55 -- Anna hits a new low

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Andromeda

The evening started horribly and went down from there.


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Liudmila feared that Anna would sour the mood, then quickly saw this bad date wasn’t her fault. Donald talked constantly; he was opinionated, dead-certain, and plainly wrong most of the time. Nigel just eagerly agreed with his taller friend and alternated between picking his nose when he thought no one was watching, and sticking his finger in his ear. His tie was askew.

The restaurant was dimly lit. Anna found it claustrophobic, and Liudmila started to sneeze from the dust in the red velvet curtains lining the walls. Their dates both had pork chops with mashed potatoes and gobs of gravy. Anna and Liudmila eyed each other, wondering how these two could bolt down so much grease in one sitting. Nigel got a splotch of that gravy on his shirt.

“So, what do you birds do for fun?” Donald asked, giving the girls a rare opportunity to get a word in. “Go out a lot? Clubs 'n such?”

“No, we stay in most of the time,” Liudmila said. “Entertain each other mostly.”

“Yeah? How, Milly?” Donald asked.

“Um, talk mostly.” Liudmila said. She rolled her eyes.

“Listen to the radio because we don't have a telly,” Anna said. “Have pillow fights. That kind of stuff.”

“Cute.” Nigel said, nodding. It was the fifth or sixth word out of his mouth all night.

“Just as long as there's none of that girly-girl stuff going on between you two,” Donald said. “Like in those horrid men's magazines. Should be burned, every last one of them.”

“You said it,” Nigel agreed.

“What do you mean by girly-girl stuff?” Anna asked. She could hardly keep her annoyance under the surface.

“Oh, no offense meant,” Donald said. “I'm sure you two are not like that. I mean kissing and, err hem, other stuff that's supposed to go on between boys and girls, not two girls.”

Anna just rolled her eyes. Liudmila was poised to stand up but Anna's gentle hand on her arm kept her in her seat. Anna didn't know what her lover-friend would do: punch Donald in the mouth, or simply walk out. With one look from her eyes, she told Liudmila, “They're not even worth an answer.”

“You two jerks have no idea,” Anna thought. “I tie Liudmila to the bed, whip her until her butt turns red, I keep going until she cries. Then I make her come over and over again. The next night she does it to me.” Anna wished she had the fortitude to say this directly to them, but was too worn out for a confrontation. “You'll never be men enough to handle us,” her thoughts continued. “Unlike my old master; only, I killed him.”

The dinner dragged on as Donald continued his tirade about moral degeneracy in England. “Brought about by foreigners. But, certainly not you, Milly,” he said to Liudmila. “You're Italian, right?”

“Something like that,” Liudmila mumbled. What does he think I am with my blonde hair and Slavic face? She felt her blood pressure rising.

Donald continued his rant as they took a taxi to the Royal Albert Hall for the opera. “Some girls actually perform oral sex. How trashy is that! Almost as degenerate as that girly-girl stuff.”

“In that case, you wouldn't think too much of a ménage à trois,” Liudmila said, ready to let loose her own tirade.

“Nah, I don't like French food much,” Donald said. “Neither does Nigel.”

Nigel nodded.

Anna, with a gentle hold on Liudmila’s hand, held her back once again.

“Look, we're almost there,” Anna said. “I think we arrived a bit early.”

“Nothing like being punctual,” Donald said.

Anna wished that they could walk through a park and listen to modern music. Songs from that new Beatles album were playing on all the radio stations, something about Sergeant Pepper and his something-something club band. And, to be with two nice guys, not these jerks. Or she’d settle for one strong, virile man, to share between her and Liudmila, if any still existed. She feared she'd killed the last one. “Why’d Uri have to come after me that night?” she wondered, as she felt another pang in her chest.

… to be continued …

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