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lips pursed. “I don”t know, Julian. I can tell she”s going to be trouble. She refuses to sign them because, and believe me on this, she wants something from you. Money I am sure. Don”t give her anything more than what she deserves.”
    “I don”t know Joanie”s reasons, but I”ll find out.” Georgina made a good point. Why would Joanie keep sending back the divorce papers he had sent her unsigned if she didn”t want something in exchange? He”d find out what it was. If her demands were reasonable—he”d give them to her just to earn his freedom. “My trip to Bend, Oregon will set things right between Joanie and me.”
    “Then go and do it.”
    Julian smiled. Oh yeah. He could tell she was considering his plea for her to stay. “Will you be here when I get back?”
    “I like you, Julian. I really thought we had something going here. But…you have a wife.”
    “She won”t be when I come back.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “I”ll make sure of it.”
    “Good. Well, go see your wife, make her sign the papers, and see to it that she”s not going to knock on your door for the rest of your life. When you accomplish all that, call me. Then we”ll talk. You know where to find me.” Georgina cupped his sac, massaged him gently before wrapping her long fingers around his shaft.
    “You don”t have to go back to your apartment. Stay here with Grandma.”
    “Oh, I love Grandma and I like it here. But like I said, until you find yourself a free man, I”ll have to worry about Joanie coming behind me with a pair of scissors to cut my hair. Angry wives and soccer moms are horrible. I can”t and I don”t want to deal with scorned wives. Gosh, I can”t believe she wouldn”t set you free. I”ll be in my own apartment. I”ll miss you, of course, and your sweet grandma. She bugs me with her requests to I read that book from ancient places like I”m a news reporter, but I like her.”
    “Grandma bugs you?”
    “I don”t mean that in a bad way. But yeah, she bugs me, especially when she asks me to read her boring books. Still, I tried to read them because she”s sweet.
    Tell her that I”ll visit her all the time.”
    An image of Joanie reading to his grandma formed in his head as if it only happened yesterday. The first time he”d met her, Joanie was sitting on a chair, back straight, feet together, reading his grandma”s favorite book. She read as if she”d been doing it all her life. He was actually impressed with the obvious confidence the seemed to surround her. He remembered liking her melodic and soft voice.
    Almost like listening to books on tape. She read with emotions and proper dictions.
    He had been watching her for quite some time before she finally noticed him. When she looked up, he greeted her with a wink. He remembered Joanie”s face turning beet red, her jaw slackened, dropped the book, and her dark green eyes grew even bigger behind her glasses as she stared at him. He laughed at her reaction so loud he woke his grandma up. After that day, whenever they would see each other or he”d find her reading to Grandma, she would react the same way with or without him winking—bright red spot would paint her cheeks and she”d stumble on the words she was reading.
    His presence, he realized, had made her uncomfortable so he tried to make himself unnoticed whenever she came to read to Grandma in the afternoon. He couldn”t understand her reaction to him. But whatever her reason was, he didn”t give a fuck. To his grandma who suffered from macular degeneration, Joanie was a godsend. To him, she was a big mistake.
    “Sonnets from the Portuguese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.”
    “Who?”
    “Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Grandma loves her poems. The book was a gift from my grandfather. Grandma is a romantic at heart.”
    “Just like you. Well, Julian. I love you, sweetheart. But I don”t like sharing anything with anyone, especially a greedy wife. And yours is obviously greedy because she