Marilyn
She did not want to sleep in this bed, had never been allowed to stay overnight here, and once her ankle was strapped up, she swung her legs from the bed only to have Calvin stay her with a hand. “Where are you going?” he’d asked.
“To sleep in the room with the boys,” she’d stated.
“Why, I will sleep on the couch, there is no need for you to get up out of this bed. You can’t walk on that ankle yet, so just stay here,” he told her.
“No, I was never allowed to sleep here, so I won’t now,” she told him, and found him right in front of her, a hand on either side of her, once again caged in by him.
“I have never invited a woman into this apartment, nor had one in this bed. It wasn’t just you, Marilyn.”
“Right.” she rolled her eyes. She didn’t believe that for a bloody miniscule o
