She pauses.
"AnaWhat's wrong?" She's all seriousness now.
"Nothing, Mom, I just wanted to hear your voice."
She's silent for a moment.
"Ana, what is itPlease tell me." Her voice is soft and comforting, and I know that she cares. Uninvited, my tears begin to flow. I have cried so often in the last few days.
"Please, Ana," she says, and her anguish reflects mine.
"Oh, Mom, it's a man."
"What's he done to you?" Her alarm is palpable.
"It's not like that." Although it is... Oh crap. I don't want to worry her. I just want someone else to be strong for me at the moment.
"Ana, please, you're worrying me."
I take a big breath.
"I've kind of fallen for this guy, and he's so different from me, and I don't know if we should be together."
"Oh, darling. I wish I could be with you. I am so sorry I missed your graduation.
You've fallen for someone, finally. Oh, honey, men, they are so tricky. They're a different species, honey. How long have you known him?"
Christian is definitely a different species... different planet.
"Oh, nearly three weeks or so."
"Ana, darling, that's no time at all. How can you possibly know someone in that kind of time frameJust take it easy with him and keep him at arm's length until you decide whether he's worthy of you."
Wow... it's unnerving when my mother is so insightful, but she's just too late on this.
Is he worthy of meThat's an interesting concept. I always wonder whether I am worthy of him.
"Honey, you sound so unhappy. Come home - visit with us. I miss you, darling. Bob would love to see you too. You can get some distance and maybe some perspective. You need a break. You've been working so hard."
Oh boy, is this tempting. Run away to Georgia. Grab some sunshine, some cocktails.
My mother's good humor... her loving arms.
"I have two job interviews in Seattle on Monday."
"Oh, that's wonderful news."
The door opens and Kate appears, grinning at me. Her face falls when she sees I've been crying.
"Mom, I have to go. I'll think about a visit. Thank you."
"Honey, please, don't let a man get under your skin. You're far too young. Go and enjoy yourself."
"Yes, Mom, love you."
"Oh, Ana, I love you too, so much. Stay safe, honey." I hang up and face Kate who glares at me.
"Has that obscenely rich f**ker upset you again?"
"No... sort of... err... yes."
"Just tell him to take a hike, Ana. You've been so up and down since you met him.
I've never seen you like this."
The world of Katherine Kavanagh is very clear, very black and white. Not the intangible, mysterious, vague hues of gray that color my world . Welcome to my world.
"Sit, let's talk. Let's have some wine. Oh, you've had champagne." She spies the bottle. "Some good stuff too."
I smile ineffectually, looking apprehensively at the couch. I approach it with caution.
Hmm... sitting.
"Are you okay?"
"I fell over and landed on my behind."
She doesn't think to question my explanation, because I am one of the most un-coordinated people in Washington State. I never thought I'd see that as a blessing. I sit down gingerly, pleasantly surprised that I'm okay, and turn my attention to Kate, but my mind glazes over and I'm pulled back to the Heathman - "Well, if you were mine you wouldn't be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you pulled yesterday." He said it then, and all
I could concentrate on at the time was being his. All the warning signs were there, I was just too clueless and too enamored to notice.
Kate comes back into the living area with a bottle of red wine and washed teacups.
"Here we go." She hands me a cup of wine. It won't taste as good as the Bolly.
"Ana, if he's a jerk with commitment issues, dump him. Though I don't really understand his commitment issues. He couldn't take his eyes off you in the marquee, watched you like a hawk. I'd say he was completely smitten, but maybe he has a funny way of showing it."
SmittenChristianFunny way of showing it I'll say.
"Kate, it's complicated. How was your evening?" I ask.
I can't talk this through with Kate without revealing too much, but one question on her day and Kate is off. It's so reassuring to sit and listen to her normal chatter. The hot news is that Ethan may be coming to live with us after their holiday. That will be fun - Ethan is a hoot. I frown. I don't think Christian will approve. Well... tough. He'll just have to suck it up. I have a couple of teacups of wine and decide to call it a night. It's been one very long day. Kate hugs me, and then grabs the phone to call Elliot.
I check the mean machine after I brush my teeth. There's an email from Christian.
From: Christian Grey
Subject: You
Date: May 26 2011 23:14
To: Anastasia Steele
Dear Miss Steele
You are quite simply exquisite. The most beautiful, intelligent, witty and brave woman I have ever met. Take some Advil - this is not a request. And don't drive your Beetle again. I will know.
Christian Grey
CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.
Oh, not drive my car again! I type out my reply.
From: Anastasia Steele
Subject: Flattery
Date: May 26 2011 23:20
To: Christian Grey
Dear Mr. Grey
Flattery will get you nowhere, but since you've been everywhere the point is moot.
I will need to drive my Beetle to a garage so I can sell it - so will not graciously accept any of your nonsense over that. Red wine is always more preferable to Advil.
Ana
PS: Caning is a HARD limit for me.