“Light, airy, elegant—”
“Elegant!” He stomped his foot again. “The white swan is all about smooth, gentle movements... Her arms are well poised, graceful.” He grabbed her elbow and pulled her forward. “Your arms are erratic, rough, and you’re dancing like a pigeon on crack!”
Her cheeks reddened, but he continued.
“I want a swan, Miss Everhart, and if you’re not up to the part—if your heart is elsewhere, like that other major you have, do me favor and let me know so I can groom someone else for the role.”
Silence.
“Let’s try this again!” He stepped back. “On my count, start the song from the second stanza...”
I leaned back against the wall, watching Aubrey effortlessly dance again and make everyone else look like amateurs. I watched until I couldn’t watch anymore, until her old director spotted my shadow and yelled at “the goddamn intruder” to leave.
***
Later that night, I walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of bourbon,—pouring myself a shot. It was two in the morning and I was beyond restless.
I hadn’t been able to sleep since I came home and spotted a note from Ava on my door: “I’m not leaving until we talk—Ava.”
I’d balled it up and thrown it into the trash, wondering which person at GBH had been stupid enough to give out my address.
As I tossed back a shot, my phone rang.
“It’s two in the morning,” I hissed, holding it up to my ear.
“Um...” There was a slight pause. “May I speak to a...A Mr. Hamilton, please?”
“This is he. Did you not hear me say what time it is?”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Hamilton.” She cleared her throat. “I’m Gloria Matter from the parole board in New York City. I’m sorry to call you so late, but I didn’t want to turn in until I returned your inquiry from last week,” she said. “The inmate you called about is no longer an inmate. She was released recently and is now on parole.”
“I’m aware that she’s on parole.” I poured another drink. “However, I’m pretty sure leaving the state is a direct violation of those terms. Is New York soft on crime now? Do you let previous offenders roam the world as they please?”
“No sir, but she checked in with her officer this morning. We also checked her monitor the second we received your phone call so she’s still in the state...I must warn you that we don’t take too kindly to false reporting, Mr. Hamilton. If this was some type of—”
“I know what the f**k I saw.” I seethed. “She was here.” I hung up. I didn’t care enough to think about Ava right now.
I headed into my bedroom and lay against the sheets, hoping this second round of alcohol would work better than the first.
I lay there for an hour, watching the seconds on my clock tick by, yet no sleep came and thoughts of Aubrey began to fill my mind. I was thinking about the things she’d told me when we we’d first met, things she’d told me about her sex life, and I had the sudden urge to hear her voice.
I rolled over and scrolled down to her name.
“Hello?” She answered on the first ring. “Andrew?”
“Why haven’t you sucked a c**k before?”
“What?” She gasped. “How about ‘Good morning, Aubrey’? Are you awake?’ How about asking those things first?”
“Hello, Aubrey.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re clearly awake, so I’ll bypass that unnecessary question. Why haven’t you sucked a c**k before?”
She was silent.
“Do I need to drive to your apartment and make you answer the question in person?”
“Are you really in need of this information at three in the morning?”
“Desperately,” I said. “Answer the question.”