Chapter 468: Mimi XLIX—Tolerating
The night previous Michele thought perhaps Patrick might say something about Katrina, and even if he didn’t put it to words, perhaps he’d at least act a little smug or coy. He kept secrets when he wanted her to needle them from him, but he didn’t even drop a hint about the tryst. Of course that could mean what she’d expect, that Drury had only lied to get a rise out of her or to manipulate the situation into something he felt he had more interest in. The other thing it could mean was that Patrick really felt he couldn’t tell her about Katrina.
Michele
sighed. At any rate, Patrick remained as set upon sleep as anything, and that
in itself confirmed to her that he’d already had his
fill of pleasure elsewhere. Was Katrina a regular of his then? The girl had
ideas; Michele would give it to her, already sleeping with
Really, Michele didn’t think Katrina was that stupid, and if she thought she could take Patrick from his family or get more out of him than rough little tete a tete’s than her respect for her dwindled. Perhaps they were having just a little fun, nothing wrong with that, but honestly, so open that even Drury had found out about it? Who else knew? And if they knew it would definitely spread to gossip amongst the wives, and then looks of pity from them or smug satisfied grins of vindication. Really, Michele didn’t want to deal with that.
Perhaps she could just ask Katrina to lay off, but even that felt like too much irritation than it was worth. She could care less what those two did together, unless it interfered with their private lives, and that seemed to be what was happening. Still, she didn’t mention Katrina to him, it would be better to think on it.
In the meantime, the problem remained of her alone. She remembered Patrick as a young man, burning with passion, eager to go multiple times in a day or within an hour; of course age seasoned him with more strength and consideration for staying power, but also removed from him that ability to screw on command. If Katrina took him for all he was worth in the afternoon, that left nothing for her in the evening.
It would be
a relief for
And why wouldn’t he want to hurry it up with Cecile? Michele thought about this later in the day at Debbie’s home as the nanny hoisted Mitchell Sakic on her shoulders, the outlines of a slim yet delightfully curvaceous frame revealed. Often, Michele thought virgins were overrated, point in fact, her having to train Dan Hinote to even hold it for longer than three minutes, and girls often did more squirming and squeaking than anything but when a lovely body was involved, when a hard fought battle won, than something was to be said for that. Cecile was a battle, and Michele wondered at the girl’s temper and personality, she would probably reward Patrick with more than his share of youthful vitality.
Why would he just waste his time with Katrina? Oh she could imagine, he would grin and say, “Warming up yes?”
Yes.
Cecile left with Mitchell, the twins squealing and following her, they could be heard going up the stairs, laughing and babbling. Michele smiled and looked at Debbie. “So how has he been?”
Debbie raised her eyebrows, “Joe?”
Michele shrugged one shoulder and blew at the frothy top of her fancy coffee. “Anyone really, I’m just relaxing.”
Debbie smiled. “Well Joe, he’s, Joe.”
Michele put her cup down and leaned her chin on her hand. “And when will that be a good thing?”
“Oh shut up,” Debbie frowned. “It’s a good thing.”
Michele pointed at her. “But you say it with a sigh, yes? Sort of an ‘oh Joe is Joe he does not take me to bed scattering my buttons and willpower’ is in your face.”
“Hey!” Debbie said and Michele felt a slight thrill when her friend grabbed her wrist and squeezed it tightly, bony fingers, and a tight grip. “Look he’s in the prime of his life Mimi, and we’re not gonna grow old without tapping the potential! I tend to mine the bastard for all he’s worth, I want the whole goods!”
“Woah hey, who are you talking about there?”
Michele jumped in her seat and Debbie gripped harder onto her wrist when they heard Joe’s voice and he came into the kitchen, rosy from the cold outside, eyes seemingly paler than usual, ebony hair ruffled and Michele felt everything in her body scream with desire. Oh she couldn’t blame Debbie for wanting everything she could possibly get from her husband. Oh she smiled at him and she felt a little dizzy, “We’re talking about you, Joe, how much did you hear eh?”
“Just the last part,” Joe said slowly narrowing his eyes, “Why?”
Michele batted her eyes, “Oh you didn’t miss anything very interesting.” Debbie squeezed her wrist even more and Michele wriggled her fingers loose and then interlaced them with Debbie’s, making sure Joe saw this and she circled her thumb lightly over the meat of Debbie’s hand. “You do not need to worry.”
“Eh huh,” Joe said and he walked slowly into the kitchen, going to the refrigerator, “How come I don’t trust you all of a sudden, Mimi?”
“Oo don’t be mean,” she grinned.
“Joe you’re acting funny,” Debbie said and she pulled her hand from Michele’s, clasping them together in her lap. Michele turned back to her coffee. “What are you up to today, hon?”
“Well I was thinking of getting some new fishing gear, but now I’m thinking I might have to stay home,” he replied pulling a beer from the fridge and cracking it open, taking a big drink. “Make sure you girls aren’t up to no good.”
He met Michele’s eyes and she did not blink, she tilted her chin up. “Since when have we been up to no good, Joe eh?”
“Yeah you big dork,” Debbie added. “What do you mean no good?”
Joe nodded, “I don’t know… something.”
Michele giggled and Debbie made a big show of scoffing. She couldn’t add anymore to the conversation however because her cell phone rang. “Hello?” she answered and turned away from both her friend and Joe.
“Hey, Mimi it’s me, Danny.”
Michele grimaced but she spoke in a careless, bright voice. “Oh hello, I’m busy right now is this important?”
“I need to see you! Can you get away for an hour?”
Michele smirked. “Oh is that all? Well I’m sure she just needs an aspirin. She might not even need that she has a habit of exaggerating her symptoms. How does she look?”
“Mimi?” Danny asked and his voice felt too loud, she closed her eyes briefly, glad that Joe and Debbie were still talking to each other. “Are we on the same line here what’s going on?”
“No really, I doubt it’s that important, Jana is a very good actress.”
“What?!”
“Is everything okay, Michele?” Joe asked, and Michele smiled at him, warmed by his obvious concern. “Is Jana sick?”
“Everything’s fine,” she mouthed out to him.
“Jana? Mimi what are you talking about?” Dan asked exasperated.
Oh Michele really could kill him; she knew it would be easy. The worst thing about a liaison with a young man was just that, he was a young man. It would be easier to curb the excessive barking of a dog than the yapping of a young man. How could someone be so thick? “Oh well,” she stood up from the table and nodded. “I’ll come on over and have a look if you feel it’s that important but I swear to you it really isn’t anything, thank you, goodbye.” She hung up the phone and looked at Debbie and Joe, both of them staring at her now.
“Is Jana okay?” Debbie asked.
Michele nodded, “Pssh, oh I’m sure she’s fine. She gets bored and imagines headaches and tummy aches sometimes, she’ll be fine as soon as I take one look at her, I guarantee it. I’ll call you later, Debbie yes?” She then looked at Joe. “And be good. Don’t be bothering Debbie too much you irritant eh?”
“Hey!” Joe exclaimed. “Where did that come from?”
Michele blew him a raspberry and collected her coat to leave.
As soon as she got in the car her phone rang again, “Mimi what was that all about?” Dan asked.
“Are you really that much of an idiot?” Michele snapped. She started the car, glaring at the road as she drove. “Can you not take a hint you stupid whore?”
“Mimi!” Dan cried.
“Oh don’t,” she hissed. “Do you realize that I could have been, you could have been… oh mon Dieu you idiot you’re an idiot you stupid puppy if I could I’d come over right now and just kill you!”
“I… don’t speak French….” Dan said meekly.
Michele rolled her eyes. “And it’s a good thing yes?”
After a long pause Dan said softly, “I’m sorry. I get it now. I didn’t think. You’re right I’m an idiot.”
“You are,” Michele sneered. “An unbelievable one, even a fourteen year old girl would have taken a hint as huge as that yes? I should have your calls blocked from my phone just for that, you are not even worth my time.”
“Damn, Mimi you’re really pissed!” Dan exclaimed with boyish awe in his voice. She rolled her eyes and drove into the open land, staring at the white and the mud and the gray of the streets, the white of the sky, the clouds, and more mud.
“Well for one Debbie and Joe were in the room with me, I was not alone, I do not spend my days mooning in my bedroom waiting for you to call, I have more worthwhile things to do and think about than you, do you understand?”
Another long silence, she squinted at the road and the traffic around her. “Dan I have to go now, I’m trying to drive.” She hung up the phone without waiting to hear his reply.
By the time she got home, she felt exhausted and dry, all over and inside. She closed her eyes and sighed, and as she jingled with her keys, unlocked the front door, went to let Gigi from her prison, she thought to herself that Drury might have had the right idea. Spending time with Danny would mean training him, tolerating him, and risking so much more than someone who could at least stay discreet.