175. The Haircut (2)
Sonny could have grabbed the sun with his
two hands and pulled it ten million miles
to Earth, but that would not have warmed
“You know how much I hate the
, and you know how fragile I am. The
time I was here, you promised me that
would always turn on the heat before you
me up, so that your apartment would be
and warm by the time we walked into
She went on to tell him that this
just another example of how inconsiderate he was.
tried to tell her that he had simply
. “You know how bad my memory is,” he
. But she pointed out that his memory seemed
work very well whenever it didn’t involve her.
it came to remembering what others—including total strangers—liked
disliked, Sonny had a great memory. Maybe his
failed only when it came to Natalie’s needs
he could care less about Natalie and her
Oh no, here we go again, Sonny thought.
Natalie was through. “Take me home,” she demanded.
what about his haircut, he asked. “Who cares
your stupid haircut? Your hair will be around
ankles before I touch you or your hair