Chapter 34

Three days after our date, a fourth package arrives at my apartment. Another pair of Kai’s underwear: a silk Carmeuse G-string in lavender. It says seemeon the underwear’s curved pouch.

On the front of the underwear is an iron-on picture of me. I have globs of white spew on my mouth, in my hair, and against both cheeks. Kai must have taken it with his cell phone during our fuck-fest. Nine chances out of ten it was Craft Wednesday and he designed the G-string himself while watching Lee Pace in Pushing Daisies

I put the G-string with the other underwear. I don’t e-mail Kai. Instead, I wait for him to contact me.

A day goes by. Two days go by. Three days. I check my e-mail, voice mail, and answering machine on a regular basis; Kai is nowhere to be found. There are no Weston Parcel Service envelopes that arrive at the apartment.