The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The First Collection by Frost, J (great novels .txt) π
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βYes, since you asked, monkey.β
She pounces on it, spears it with her chopsticks, and, grinning, pops it in her mouth.
βSo, you read comics for the heroic storylines, huh?β
She shrugs and suddenly draws into herself.
What the fuck? My twisted obsession with my sister didnβt faze her, making her role-play a widow while I beat the shit out of her gave her a huge catharsis, but asking her about her motivation for reading comic books makes her recoil?
I try to restore the light atmosphere. βI read them for the hot chicks.β
She smiles, but itβs not the grin she was wearing a minute ago. Did she read them for masturbatory material, too? Is she ashamed of that? Or is it something else?
βI read them because they were cheap,β she admits after a long silence. βI only had ten dollars a week from babysitting. There was a used book and comic store near where we lived. Iβd cycle there every day after school. Theyβd let me stay all afternoon and read anything I wanted as long as I bought something. The comics were the cheapest. I could go every day after school if I bought one comic a day.β
βYou must have a huge collection,β I say, watching her. Sheβs drawn into a ball. Everything about her body language is projecting pain. Is she ashamed of being poor? Of not having enough money to buy books? Or is it something else?
She shakes her head. βJust the EQ. I had more, but, um, my mother got rid of them. I took the EQ with me to college, so she missed those.β
βShe threw out your comic collection?β I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral. I donβt want Emily to think Iβm criticizing her mother, particularly since sheβs told me the woman has dementia.
Emily nods. βSheβd kill herself if she knew how much some of those are worth now. I mean, I didnβt have any Action Comics or anything, but I loved Batman, so I had a really good collection of Dark Knight. Once the owner of the bookstore realized I was collecting, he sold me an entire box of New Mutants from the eighties for a monthβs worth of babysitting money. That was when Chris Claremont was writing. Some of those have become valuable. I loved my comics so I took good care of them. I made myself sick a while back looking up their values. One of the X-Men I had sold for four hundred dollars. I figured she threw away over five thousand in comics.β
βFuck, baby doll.β
She shrugs and, when I hold my arm out for her again, tucks herself against my side. βShe didnβt know.β
If she was in her right mind, she knew she was destroying part of her daughterβs childhood, whether or not she knew the material value attached to it.
βWas this when she got sick?β I ask gently.
βNo, it was before that, when I split up from my ex. I, uh, I didnβt have anywhere to go so I asked if I could move back in with her. Just for a couple of weeks until I found my own place. She told me I needed to grow up, go back to my husband, and make the best of my marriage. She threw out everything Iβd left at home. All my clothes, my books, my comics, to make her point.β
I control my reaction tightly and stroke her hair. βDid you?β
βGo back to the man who gave me a sexually transmitted disease? No, I did not. My college roommate and her husband let me crash on their couch until I found an apartment.β
Oh, fuck. βThatβs why you left your husband?β
She nods against my shoulder. βIβd been bleeding on and off for weeks. I thought I had cancer. When the doctor told me it was chlamydia, I almost wished it had been.β
βNo, sweetheart.β I stroke her hair.
βNo, I donβt mean that. Itβs just that cancer, you know, it would have been something wrong with me, instead of something wrong with my marriage. I could have dealt with it. Chlamydia, I couldnβt deal with.β
βSo, he cheated on you?β
What am I doing with the stupid questions tonight? I know how to interview people without sticking my foot in my mouth. Iβm still rattled.
She doesnβt seem phased by my stupidity. βHe said it was only the one time, but I knew when it started, and it was years before. Our sex life was never very good. Ash was the first man I was with, and I guess I just accepted that sex was a non-event for me.β
A non-event? For the woman who just had two howling orgasms on the rug weβre now sitting on? Could her husband not be bothered to figure out what aroused her?
βAfter a couple of years,β she continues, βhe really lost interest. Weβd have sex once a week for like ten minutes. He didnβt even try to involve me. I finally understood all that Victorian crap about conjugal duty. And I knew he was getting it elsewhere. I knew, even though I couldnβt admit it to myself. At the time, it was a relief that heβd stopped demanding sex more often. But when it slapped me in the face in that doctorβs office, it wasnβt a relief.β She takes a deep breath. βIt hurt so much.β
I kiss her temple. βIβm sorry, baby doll.β
βI donβt love him anymore.β She turns those big, hazel eyes up to me. βI was telling the truth when you asked me those questions. But I still feel betrayed.β
βI can understand that.β I heard it in her voice during the spanking. The careless bastard had her love and let it die, as much as from neglect as from infidelity. βThank you for trusting me with that, Emmy. I know it wasnβt
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