Revving up my car, I coasted down the street in search of a decent bar. As I was turning past the law school, I noticed Duke’s dance hall across the street.
I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I made a right turn and pulled into the parking lot. I followed the signs that read “Dance Studio” and parked in front.
There was a sign on the double doors of the auditorium that read “Private Rehearsals: Dancers Only,” but I ignored it. I followed the faint sound of piano keys and violin strings and opened the door to a colossal theater.
Bright lights shone directly on the stage, and dancers dressed in all white were spinning. Before I could come to my senses and make myself leave, I spotted Aubrey in the front.
Wearing the same feathered headband she wore at the art gallery, she was smiling wider than I’d ever seen her smile before—dancing as if no one else was in the room. There was a gleam in her eyes that I never saw while she was at GBH, and although I didn’t know shit about ballet, it was extremely clear that she was the best dancer onstage.
“Extend, Miss Everhart! Extend!” A grey haired man walked onto the stage, yelling. “More! More!”
She continued dancing—stretching her arms out further, extending her hands. “No! No! NO!” The man stomped his foot. “Stop the music!”
The pianist immediately stopped and the director stepped in front of Aubrey.
“Do you know what the characteristics of the white swanare, Miss Everhart?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“ Yes?” He looked offended.
“Yes, Mr. Petrova.” She stood still.
“If that’s so, why don’t you enlighten us all as to what those special characteristics are...”
“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 nothear 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 awarethat 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 fuck 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 cock 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 cock 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.”
“It’s just something I never wanted to do.” There were papers shuffling in the background. “One of the guys I used to date would ask me to do it to him from time to time—to reciprocate, but I just...I didn’t like him enough to do it.”
“Hmmm.”
Silence.
We hadn’t had an actual phone conversation since the last time we had phone sex, right before I found out her real name was Aubrey and not Alyssa.
“Were you thinking about me?” she suddenly asked.
“What?”
“Were you thinking about me?” She repeated. “You’ve never called me this late before. Are you lonely?”
“I’m horny.”
She let out a soft laugh. “Would you like me to tell you what I’m wearing?”
“I already know what you’re wearing.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, really.” I put a hand behind my head. “It’s Wednesday, which means you had practice until midnight, which means you went home and showered and immediately put your feet in an ice tub without putting on any pajamas.”
She sucked in a breath.
“And from the way you’re breathing right now I take it you’re still naked, and the reason you picked up my call on the first ring is because you want to touch yourself to the sound of my voice.”
Another gap of silence.
“Am I wrong?” I asked.
“No...” Her voice was low. “I don’t think you’re horny right now though.”
“Trust me. I am.”
“Maybe, but I think you called me because you likeme—because you want to hear my voice since we haven’t talked on the phone in a while.”
“I called you because my dick is hard and I want to make you cum over the phone.”
She laughed again. “So, you don’t like me?”
“I like your pussy.”
“So, the white roses and the “He’s just yelling at you because he knows you’re the best/Don’t let him get to you” note that was on the hood of my car today weren’t from you?”
I hung up.
Retraction (n.):
The legal withdrawal of a promise or offer of contract.
Andrew
“How do you think we should proceed with the client, Harriet?” I leaned back in my chair the next night, dreading my “Let the Interns Help with One Case per Month” required hours.
“Um, Mr. Hamilton...” She twirled a strand of hair around her finger. “My name is Hannah.”