Page 87 of Dirty Pleasures


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I lifted my view up to the sky, that vast canvas of varying shades of grey, intertwining and weaving into each other, ranging from the lightest silver hue to the deepest charcoal.

All blending seamlessly into one another.

I took it in. “How can I be a good mother, if you’re inside of me.”

“I’m not inside of you.”

I put my view back on her. “You are in my head.”

“I am on a roof.”

I let out an exasperated breath. “Emilio and Paolo can’t grow up with this shit, and Kaz. . .he deserves better.”

Lunita beamed. “The Lion loves us.”

“He shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’re crazy.”

“He’s crazy too.”

I swallowed. “Why did you have sex with the gardener?”

“He put flowers in my hair.”

“You hurt Kaz.”

“I thought he understood that I was me and you are you.”

“He doesn’t. You are his. I am his.” I pointed to the little girl. “I’m sure he’s going to say that she is his too.”

The little girl giggled.

“Oh.” Lunita turned around and did this awkward walk away. Each step came out uncoordinated and with a slight limp.

“Oh? That’s all you have to say?” I frowned. “You fucking killed and killed and then fucked a stranger and it’s Oh?!”

She whipped around. “I protected us! Just cause you’re in charge doesn’t mean you get to be high and mighty.”

I screamed, “I’m not in charge!”

The little girl gave me a sad smile. “You’re the Boss.”

“Exactly.” Lunita sighed.

“So then. . .wait. . .” I gazed at my hands. “Then, maybe I am the original.”

“Oh my God.” Lunita loudly exhaled. “The original of what?”

“Us.”

Lunita laughed. “You’re not.”

“I-I might be—”

“You’re not—”

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