Page 33 of Voyeur

“Maybe not. But you still ran away.”

“It wasn’t how I pictured my first time with a woman, and I’m still kind of processing that, I think.”

“Processing in a good or a bad way?”

“I don’t know yet,” Honor replied honestly. “Maybe a combination of the two when I’m done.”

Silver nodded and asked, “Do you want to talk about something else?”

“What on earth would we talk about?” Honor laughed and added a packet of sugar to her coffee before taking another sip.

“Anything,” Silver suggested. “You’ve never told me what you do for a living.”

“I’m a fundraising director for a non-profit,” Honor said, deciding it didn’t matter if she told Silver what she did. “I started there a few years ago and worked my way up to running the department.”

“You run a charity?”

“I run the fundraising part. I make sure we have donors and that those donors are happy and give us money, while I also fill out grant paperwork to get us more money. It’s pretty boring.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, I do. It’s a caregiver charity. We support people who support loved ones who are dying of cancer, heart disease, kidney failure, and other diseases.”

“Yeah? That’s awesome.”

“It’s good work.” Honor shrugged. “I like my work to have meaning.”

“Is that a dig at my work?” Silver asked with a smile.

“What? No,” she clarified.

“I’m just messing with you, Honor.”

“I think what you do is… interesting.”

“That’s because you’ve only seen this show,” Silver said with a laugh. “It’ll be over after Sunday. We’ll take a week to set up the next one, which is sculptors and not nude people fucking. You should come to that show.”

“Maybe I will,” Honor replied.

“Yeah? Really?”

“I like art,” Honor said.

“Well, good, then,” Silver replied. “Will you come back to the show we’re running now? Maybe tomorrow night?”

“I don’t know. I’m barely sleeping as is. The show is late, and I’m getting home late. I have an eight o’clock meeting tomorrow and another the day after with a donor who wants to give us a lot of money.”

“But it’s one week a year,” Silver argued. “That’s all. You can get a little less sleep one week a year, right?”

Honor sipped her coffee but didn’t reply.

“Okay. Fine. Non-committal. Siblings? Have any?”

“I have a younger sister. She’s twenty-seven.”

“Oh, she’s only a year younger than me, then. What’s her name?”

“Temperance.”

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