Dani dumps her keys in an empty candy dish and leads you by the hand down a narrow hallway into a faded bathroom. She perches askew on the lip of her yellowing clawfoot tub and runs hot water. Steam fogs your glasses. Behind her, one of the white wall tiles is split and broken like a gap in a porcelain smile.<\/p>\n
Dani swirls the pooling water with her fingers tips and then shimmies out of her clothes in front of you like you\u2019re not even there. You undress more slowly, folding your clothes neatly and placing them on the sink in an almost prissy fashion. The water is so hot you can barely stand it, but Dani\u2019s slight weight resting on your chest pins you there. She shifts against you, one knee breaking the water like a pale iceberg. You slip an arm around her, cupping her small breast, stroking it with your thumb. Her tangled hair smells like citrus and cigarettes.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me something you\u2019ve never told anyone else,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n
You\u2019re dreamy with heat and want. Maybe that\u2019s why the story floats loose up from the depths.<\/p>\n
You tell her it was a sprawling party that couldn’t help but draw police. When they arrived, you hopped a fence into an alley. It took ages to find your way back to your apartment complex, only to discover the lock to your front door jammed again. You scaled the wall to your balcony and lifted the window. You were halfway in when you saw the woman asleep on the couch. That’s when it clicked: this wasn’t your apartment. You froze mid-intrusion, watching the slow rise and fall of her breath. She was out. Utterly vulnerable to your presence. And for one flickering moment, before you retreated, it thrilled you to wonder at the possibilities.<\/p>\n
Dani asks if it made you feel like a big man to know you could hurt someone. You admit, yes, it did. You felt wonderfully sinister. Potent. Wind roars against the window, rattling its frame like a passing train.<\/p>\n
You tell Dani it\u2019s her turn to tell you something she\u2019s never told another soul. She fishes a dented pack of cigarettes from her puddle of clothes on the floor, lights one, and offers you a puff from between V-ed fingers.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve always wanted a lemon tree,\u201d she says. \u201cNot a small one, either. A big one. It would be nice to look out my window and see bright yellow fruit hanging off the branches. I\u2019d keep some in the refrigerator all the time and cook with them. I\u2019d put little slices of lemon in all my drinks. Learn to make desserts like lemon meringue pie or meltaways. Someone I knew had a lemon tree. I was jealous. He didn\u2019t take care of it. The tree withered. Died.\u201d<\/p>\n
You tell her that having a lemon tree sounds nice but that it\u2019s impossible. The winters. Dani says she\u2019s not worried. One day she\u2019ll go somewhere warmer. California, maybe. One day she\u2019ll just be gone.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust like that?\u201d you ask.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust like that,\u201d she says. \u201cPeople like us vanish all the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
You hear a floorboard groan from the hallway. It could be anything. The house settling. A cautious footstep. You ask Dani if she has a roommate.<\/p>\n
\u201cShhhhh,\u201d she says. \u201cEverything is going to be fine.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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