Don’t you know?” he said.His somewhat-compliment made the butterflies in my stomach return. I still felt indebted to him.“Know what?” I asked....��I thought you were a lesbian,” he said, “but then you go and hook up with Scott?”I realized that he was sad because he was jealous. Jealous at the thought of Scott and me being together. I was deeply flattered. I was … aroused. Why? I had never felt like this before when dealing with other guys. But he wasn’t another guy. In this moment, I was a girl. He. . but it is worrying." Poor girl. We will make a special effort with her, won't we Sophiedear. It is the least we can do." Yes Anne we will. I owe her that. I in particular owe her that."And again he heard, echoing through the corridors of his memory,the dying fall of the cry 'My name is Martin'. Heard in its simplefour words all the desperation and bewilderment of his own torment.And was ashamed, feeling his own cowardice at that time.David looked at Emma and Anne. "I owe her in particular. I. I never have been. I prefer women, beautiful, sophisticated, mature women…like you Ms. Charlotte. Today was not the first time I saw you at Neiman, but today was the first time I had the courage to speak to you.” Slightly stunned by her words, I say to her with excitement in my voice, “Well things are improving because I am your new best friend.” She looks over at me for a moment with a wide smile and says, “I think I am going to like that.” I am encouraged by her obvious excitement and decide. As soon as she opened the door, though, Camilla was urgently calling me. Hearing her tone, I was beside her in seconds. And I saw immediately the reason for her concern; standing there were two men dressed in (as my newly acquired fashion sense told me—we'd gone shopping the day before, and I'd learned a lot about the quality of clothing) ordinary off-the-rack suits and both wearing unyielding expressions that seemed to brook no challenge.The thing was, there was no way they should be there at.