Chapter 24: Whereto Next

Imogen was still apologizing by lunchtime. We had made pasta in my kitchen after waking up late, and were adjusting some of the furniture to better make room for Olezhka to be comfortable in.

"I don't know what came over me," she said. "I'm not normally a cuddly sleeper--I shouldn't have even been there to begin with. I'm so sorry, it won't happen again. That was such a terrible position to put you in."

Her constant contrition was beginning to grate on my nerves. "It's fine." I said, for not the first time. "You shouldn't worry about it so much."

"I just wouldn't want you to think--It's not what I..." Imogen trailed off.

I felt a twinge of impatience and frustration as the chair I was moving got caught on the rug. I tugged harder, but only succeeded in wrinkling the carpet's corner back onto itself.

"I get it." I said through gritted teeth. "You don't like me like that. You've made that quite clear."