Chapter 83


    She pauses.


    "AnaWhat''s wrong?" She''s all seriousness now.


    "Nothing, Mom, I just wanted to hear your voice."


    She''s silent for a moment.


    "Ana, what is itPlease tell me." Her voice is soft andforting, and I know that she cares. Uninvited,


    my tears begin to flow. I have cried so often in thest few days.


    "Please, Ana," she says, and her anguish reflects mine.


    "Oh, Mom, it''s a man."


    "What''s he done to you?" Her rm is palpable.


    "It''s not like that." Although it is... Oh crap. I don''t want to worry her. I just want someone else to be


    strong for me at the moment.


    "Ana, please, you''re worrying me."


    I take a big breath.


    "I''ve kind of fallen for this guy, and he''s so different from me, and I don''t know if we should be together."


    "Oh, darling. I wish I could be with you. I am so sorry I missed your graduation.


    You''ve fallen for someone, finally. Oh, honey, men, they are so tricky. They''re a different species,


    honey. How long have you known him?"


    Christian is definitely a different species... different.


    "Oh, nearly three weeks or so."


    "Ana, darling, that''s no time at all. How can you possibly know someone in that kind of time frameJust


    take it easy with him and keep him at arm''s length until you decide whether he''s worthy of you."


    Wow... it''s unnerving when my mother is so insightful, but she''s just toote on this.


    Is he worthy of meThat''s an interesting concept. I always wonder whether I am worthy of him.


    "Honey, you sound so unhappy. Come home - visit with us. I miss you, darling. Bob would love to see


    you too. You can get some distance and maybe some perspective. You need a break. You''ve been


    working so hard."


    Oh boy, is this tempting. Run away to Georgia. Grab some sunshine, some cocktails.


    My mother''s good humor... her loving arms.


    "I have two job interviews in Seattle on Monday."


    "Oh, that''s wonderful news."


    The door opens and Kate appears, grinning at me. Her face falls when she sees I''ve been crying.


    "Mom, I have to go. I''ll think about a visit. Thank you."


    "Honey, please, don''t let a man get under your skin. You''re far too young. Go and enjoy yourself."


    "Yes, Mom, love you."


    "Oh, Ana, I love you too, so much. Stay safe, honey." I hang up and face Kate who res at me.


    "Has that obscenely rich f**ker upset you again?"


    "No... sort of... err... yes."


    "Just tell him to take a hike, Ana. You''ve been so up and down since you met him.


    I''ve never seen you like this."


    The world of Katherine Kavanagh is very clear, very ck and white. Not the intangible, mysterious,


    vague hues of gray that color my world . Wee to my world.


    "Sit, let''s talk. Let''s have some wine. Oh, you''ve had champagne." She spies the bottle. "Some good


    stuff too."


    I smile ineffectually, looking apprehensively at the couch. I approach it with caution.


    Hmm... sitting.


    "Are you okay?"


    "I fell over andnded on my behind."


    She doesn''t think to question my exnation, because I am one of the most un-coordinated people in


    Washington State. I never thought I''d see that as a blessing. I sit down gingerly, pleasantly surprised


    that I''m okay, and turn my attention to Kate, but my mind zes over and I''m pulled back to the


    Heathman - "Well, if you were mine you wouldn''t be able to sit down for a week after the stunt you


    pulled yesterday." He said it then, and all


    I could concentrate on at the time was being his. All the warning signs were there, I was just too


    clueless and too enamored to notice.


    Katees back into the living area with a bottle of red wine and washed teacups.


    "Here we go." She hands me a cup of wine. It won''t taste as good as the Bolly.


    "Ana, if he''s a jerk withmitment issues, dump him. Though I don''t really understand his


    he waspletely smitten, but maybe he has a funny way of showing it."


    SmittenChristianFunny way of showing it I''ll say.


    "Kate, it''splicated. How was your evening?" I ask.


    I can''t talk this through with Kate without revealing too much, but one question on her day and Kate is


    off. It''s so reassuring to sit and listen to her normal chatter. The hot news is that Ethan may being


    to live with us after their holiday. That will be fun - Ethan is a hoot. I frown. I don''t think Christian will


    approve. Well... tough. He''ll just have to suck it up. I have a couple of teacups of wine and decide to


    call it a night. It''s been one very long day. Kate hugs me, and then grabs the phone to call Elliot.


    I check the mean machine after I brush my teeth. There''s an email from Christian.


    From: Christian Grey


    Subject: You


    Date: May 26 2011 23:14


    To: Anastasia Steele


    Dear Miss Steele


    You are quite simply exquisite. The most beautiful, intelligent, witty and brave woman I have ever met.


    Take some Advil - this is not a request. And don''t drive your Beetle again. I will know.


    Christian Grey


    CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.


    Oh, not drive my car again! I type out my reply.


    From: Anastasia Steele


    Subject: ttery


    Date: May 26 2011 23:20


    Belongs to (N)?vel/Drama.Org.


    To: Christian Grey


    Dear Mr. Grey


    ttery will get you nowhere, but since you''ve been everywhere the point is moot.


    I will need to drive my Beetle to a garage so I can sell it - so will not graciously ept any of your


    nonsense over that. Red wine is always more preferable to Advil.


    Ana


    PS: Caning is a HARD limit for me.


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