Page 51 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

Frida and I exchange a look, and I suspect we think the same thing. She’s dumb, but not that dumb.

She has such a lousy personality...What does Björn see in her?

Well, we all know he’s a beautiful guy, and, having a good sense of his taste, I’m assuming the girl must be a beast in the sack. But, wow, he needs to consider a muzzle for her when they go out.

We all keep eating, and the conversation stabilizes. Being German like Agneta, Frida tries to include her in the conversation, but Agneta is not interested in making an effort.

After the dessert and the laughter, we hear Graciela placing an order with the waiter. “Ten Löwenbräus to go.”

We all laugh, except Dexter.

“No way...No way.”

“Why not?” Graciela responds, holding her chin with her hand as she leans an arm on the table. “Why shouldn’t I take some beer with me?”

“You’re going to get sick, believe me,” Dexter says tenderly.

Graciela laughs. For a little while now I’ve noticed her shyness has been completely absent.

“I’m tired of you not wanting me,” she says, “when it could be amazing to play together in your pleasure dome.”

Wow, Graciela has dropped the bomb! “What did you just say?” he asks, totally stunned.

“I know you like me, and our friend Judith here has noticed it too. Don’t pretend, dude.”

Here we go!

Frida looks at me. I look back at her.

Eric looks at me. I look back at him.

Björn looks at me. I look back at him.

They all look at me.

“Look, what Graciela means is...”

Then Dexter looks at me.

I can’t finish.

Graciela takes him by the chin and, in front of everybody, gives him a kiss that leaves us all with mouths agape.

There goes another one, just like my sister. So much for the shy ones!

“This is what I’m talking about, my handsome boy,” she says, just inches from Dexter’s face. “I want to stop playing with others so I can play with you.”

Mother of God...

I’m completely thrown. Graciela keeps looking at Dexter, but he turns to me.

“What does she mean by ‘play’?”

I arch my brows, and Dexter suddenly understands.

“For the love of God, who do you play with?” he asks, staring at her.

“With my friends.”

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