My wariness was not due to a lack of trust. Naria promised me she would protect my privacy, and I had no doubts about her word. After the veterinary clinic had closed for the day, we would often have lengthy discussions about males and sex while cleaning cages and doing laundry. It was a massive secret, and what's worse is that Naria knew Dr.Jonson. She had returned to the same affluent area near the Lowes after finishing college and was living in the converted pool house behind her parents' house.
She said, somewhat jokingly but seriously, "I'm waiting."
I had to tell someone. The incredible day I'd spent with Carl had sown sentiments in me that quickly became too large for me to control. When I spoke, my voice dropped, and she moved in closer to listen. It was David's father, after all.
All she did was blink slowly, as if she couldn't process what she was hearing.
Is what I heard you say correct? She lowered her voice to a hushed tone. “Dr.Jonson?”