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"I just don't understand why she won't let it go." Donna looked out the window, the apple orchards flattening into cowfields, the cowfields popping up trailers one after the next.
"Really." Sue snorted. "You think she'd have a clue. If you were interested in her, you'd of let her know by now." A dump truck pulled out in front of them, a fine spray of gravel spilling steadily behind. She eased on the brakes, slowing the hatchback to a crawl. "Bastard wants to bust out my windshield."
"You can turn up here." Donna tilted her head to the left. "It'll bring us round the ass end of town."
The ass end of town was where the new apartment was, where Donna was going to live, now that the pairing of Donna and Donna was no more.
Donna, the second Donna, the Donna not here but so very present, had been so angry. "So you're the new one," she'd said to Sue. "I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." She'd turned then, steel toes on slate floors. "She's gonna fuck your life right up."
Donna, the present, had said nothing, merely cocking her head and grinning. "Shit happens, you know?"
But they weren't talking about this now. No, they were talking about Becky, and rumors, and innuendo, and chaos on the assembly line, where jealousy was manufactured at rates that put the production quotas to shame.
"What does she think is gonna happen?" Sue asked. "She's not pretty. There's nothing pretty about her."
"I don't know."
Brown eyes slid sideways then.
"So why won't she let it go?"
"It's probably because I slept with her."
Sue said nothing then, perhaps because large potholes presented themselves, spread randomly along the surface of the side road, punctuating the passageway between country and escape.
"It was nothing," Donna said then. Explaining. "It meant nothing."
"To you." Sue shrugged, carefully. "She thinks different, seems like."
The trailers were replaced now by houses, lawns stretched between them. They drove on. The lawns narrowed, thinning out until they were only brazilian strips of greenery, fringing up around chain link fencing that hadn't been needed earlier in the journey.
"Not my problem what she thinks."
This was it, this behemoth brick building, kitty corner to the old train depot. Across the street was the mustard yellow building where the strippers lived, playing house in between shedding their clothes at the Carina, the town's excuse for a gentleman's club.
Sue pulled in the driveway. She shifted into park.
She did not turn the car off.
"Here you go."
Donna looked at her, eyes suddenly knowing. Feral. She opened the door, bending to work the seat lever.
The angle was perfect to reveal a bronzed bosom, small and neat within a Tommy Hilfiger bra.
"Don't forget the little knapsack," Sue said. "It's on the floor there."
Donna grinned and pulled both bags from the back seat.
"I never forget." She snapped the seat back into the traditional position. "You might want to remember that."
The door slammed shut.
"Don't worry." Sue eased the car into reverse. "It's not the type of thing I'm likely to forget."
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Well, well, well this book surprised me. Truth be told I didn't buy it as soon as it was out, even if I like Ann Somerville's work, due to the menage matter. You know me well friends, I'm not keen first of cheating men, second of BDSM and third of menage: simple, I don't like a woman between MY men.
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A really really short and funny story.
for small bits of irony
June news for "I romanzi" series, by Italian publisher Arnoldo Mondadori Editore. 
Rebecca Boado Rosas was an American writer of historical romance novels as Rebecca Paisley. She won in 1995 the Romantic Times Career Achievement Award. 
Rhone stops a young Adam while he is pickpocketing him. Adam is seventeen years old and an homeless; he thinks no one could be interested in him and so when Rhone, instead to bring him to the police, offers him a job, he is at first wary and then openly admiring of this man. While the years pass, Adam also falls in love with the man: Adam in fact his a gay teen thrown out of home by an homophobic father and in Rhone, and his brother Canin, he sees the family he has never had.
pissed off
exhausted
cheerful