Heroine: the Husband's Cologne
“After a hot shower and a hearty breakfast I felt better. I was glad to see that it was my third day alone in my apartment, and that the usual descent into depression appeared to be a thing of the past. “A little sex goes a long way,” I said, laughing quietly to myself, my thoughts turning toward the sweet, dark-skinned lover from three nights back, Tom, or whatever his name was. “Why do I keep thinking about him?” I said, carrying on my private monologue. Then the phone rang and stirred me ...out of my daydream. I leaped up and grabbed it, excited at the prospect of speaking to Erich. Instead, it was my mother. I only just managed to stop at “Hello” and avoid blurting out “my love!” which was on the tip of my tongue. Luckily, my mother was a fast talker and had already launched into a torrent of words by the time I had uttered my first syllable. The effect on my mood was like a cold shower during sex. “Juliane, sweetheart, how are you? What have you been up to? We haven't heard from you in weeks! We've been worried, why haven't you called? I'm always the one getting in touch and it makes me cry because I never know how you are. You should learn from your sister; she on the other hand...”MoreLess
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