She thought about that. She began to whisper now. “How old are you? Twenty-eight?”
“Twenty-eight,” he said.
“I think you want this Rothko. Pricey. But yes. You totally need to have it.”
“It will remind you that you’re alive. You have something in you that’s receptive to the mysteries.”
He laid his middle finger lightly in the rut between her buttocks. He said, “The mysteries.”
“Don’t you see yourself in every picture you love? You feel a radiance wash through you. It’s something you can’t analyze or speak about clearly. What are you doing at that moment? You’re looking at a picture on a wall. That’s all. But it makes you feel alive in the world. It tells you yes, you’re here. And yes, you have a range of being that’s deeper and sweeter than you knew.”
He made a fist and wedged it between her thighs, turning it slowly back and forth.
“I want you to go to the chapel and make an offer. Whatever it takes. I want everything that’s there. Walls and all.”
I find that Eric and Didi have an interesting dynamic. Their “interlude” is early in the story but we see that she is one of the few people in his life (chiefly a woman) that he returns to. While he doesn’t outwardly show it, I think he respects her. As well as Eric can respect anyone, that is.
I felt like I needed another character in the mix. Eric was starting to feel objectified. I know Didi is a popular character 🙂 Enjoy your Fridays! Go buy a Rothko, yay!