Gabrielle was, I now think, Annie's sister. Certainly they were both summery blonde, from the
rive Sud, and had elegant Germanic cheekbones.
"Get a girlfriend," Gabrielle
1 said the last time I had her.
She's on all fours, her business end to me. I look down the length of her pale back, her blonde hair spiltsplit as she gives me her neck.
This evening, she'll go to the opera with her [female] friend who, she says, is "more emotional." Later, I think she meant
Annie.
Though I saved the tube of KY she forgot, I never saw her again.
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