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walked toward the door and made the mistake of opening it without looking through the peephole first.
Had she looked first to see who it was, she would have saved herself the trouble, and he wouldn’t have had time to put his arm in the door so that she couldn’t close it. She would have slammed the door in his face.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked furiously, glaring at him.
“I know what happened between you and Tim,” said MacMurray, holding the door with one hand.
“Of course you know!” exclaimed Susan, with a sarcastic laugh. “And you’ve come to rub it in.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No,” he shook his head seriously, looking her straight in the eye. “I haven’t come to rub it in, Susana.”
“It’s Susan,” she reminded him.
“Alright, Susan,” he agreed, and that gesture, as ridiculous and stupid as it seemed, made Susan’s eyes fill with tears. If MacMurray was willing to tell her she was right, it was a sign that she looked worse off than she thought.
“Get out of here,” she muttered, trying to close the door again. “At least now we don’t have to see each other anymore since your friend has escaped from my grip,” she added sarcastically, wiping away a single tear that rolled down her cheek.
He followed the teardrop with his gaze. Actually, he looked so confused that in any other circumstance Susan would have laughed.
“Susana,” whispered Mac, almost without even realizing it.
“What?” she challenged. Out of all of the people in the world that she didn’t want to see her cry, Kev MacMurray was first on the list. “Perhaps you thought I was so frigid I wasn’t capable of crying?”
She had never forgotten that conversation she overheard, or forgotten that Mac had called her frigid.
Mac kept staring at her as if he was seeing her for the first time in his life, maybe that’s exactly what was happening. Susan had her hair down, it was slightly wet, and she had butter on her face, right on the corner of her mouth. Judging by her puffy eyes, it was obvious she had been crying. She was wearing black yoga pants and worn-out t-shirt with hedgehogs on it. She was a disaster. She didn’t look at all like the Susan he was used to seeing on T.V. (although he would like to deny it sometimes, OK almost always, he watched her program) or the Susan who went to social events with Tim.
The Susana that was in front of him was the same Susana that had waited for him outside the bathroom at L’Escalier. She was a real woman who had just had her heart broken, and she was holding it all in so that she didn’t break down in front of him. Mac was perplexed when realizing that in that precise moment, and with that simple gesture, Susan had just earned his respect. The impact it had on him really shook him, and he moved his hand slightly away from the door. He didn’t know what to do.
“So are you happy now?” she said to him. “You’ve seen me cry. Mission accomplished. Steel Pants, the ice queen, the most frigid woman in the world, or however you refer to me lately, isn’t going to marry your best friend anymore. We won’t have to see each other ever again, MacMurray. I hope that someday you feel as humiliated as I do right now. Until then, enjoy and…—she gulped and grasped the door handle tightly— and take care of Tim.”
Mac finally reacted, lifting his hand. It was trembling, and he slowly moved it towards her face. He could have touched her cheek to wipe away a few tears, but he moved his thumb towards Susana’s lip and wiped off the butter.
It left her breathless. He noticed the exact moment when she started to breathe again, because he felt the air caress his fingertips. But besides that, Susana remained completely still.
“You really do love Tim,” he affirmed, surprised as if it had never really occurred to him before. Perhaps he thought that they didn’t make a good couple or that Tim wasn’t in love with her like he was with Amanda, but he
Had she looked first to see who it was, she would have saved herself the trouble, and he wouldn’t have had time to put his arm in the door so that she couldn’t close it. She would have slammed the door in his face.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she asked furiously, glaring at him.
“I know what happened between you and Tim,” said MacMurray, holding the door with one hand.
“Of course you know!” exclaimed Susan, with a sarcastic laugh. “And you’ve come to rub it in.”
“No.”
“No?”
“No,” he shook his head seriously, looking her straight in the eye. “I haven’t come to rub it in, Susana.”
“It’s Susan,” she reminded him.
“Alright, Susan,” he agreed, and that gesture, as ridiculous and stupid as it seemed, made Susan’s eyes fill with tears. If MacMurray was willing to tell her she was right, it was a sign that she looked worse off than she thought.
“Get out of here,” she muttered, trying to close the door again. “At least now we don’t have to see each other anymore since your friend has escaped from my grip,” she added sarcastically, wiping away a single tear that rolled down her cheek.
He followed the teardrop with his gaze. Actually, he looked so confused that in any other circumstance Susan would have laughed.
“Susana,” whispered Mac, almost without even realizing it.
“What?” she challenged. Out of all of the people in the world that she didn’t want to see her cry, Kev MacMurray was first on the list. “Perhaps you thought I was so frigid I wasn’t capable of crying?”
She had never forgotten that conversation she overheard, or forgotten that Mac had called her frigid.
Mac kept staring at her as if he was seeing her for the first time in his life, maybe that’s exactly what was happening. Susan had her hair down, it was slightly wet, and she had butter on her face, right on the corner of her mouth. Judging by her puffy eyes, it was obvious she had been crying. She was wearing black yoga pants and worn-out t-shirt with hedgehogs on it. She was a disaster. She didn’t look at all like the Susan he was used to seeing on T.V. (although he would like to deny it sometimes, OK almost always, he watched her program) or the Susan who went to social events with Tim.
The Susana that was in front of him was the same Susana that had waited for him outside the bathroom at L’Escalier. She was a real woman who had just had her heart broken, and she was holding it all in so that she didn’t break down in front of him. Mac was perplexed when realizing that in that precise moment, and with that simple gesture, Susan had just earned his respect. The impact it had on him really shook him, and he moved his hand slightly away from the door. He didn’t know what to do.
“So are you happy now?” she said to him. “You’ve seen me cry. Mission accomplished. Steel Pants, the ice queen, the most frigid woman in the world, or however you refer to me lately, isn’t going to marry your best friend anymore. We won’t have to see each other ever again, MacMurray. I hope that someday you feel as humiliated as I do right now. Until then, enjoy and…—she gulped and grasped the door handle tightly— and take care of Tim.”
Mac finally reacted, lifting his hand. It was trembling, and he slowly moved it towards her face. He could have touched her cheek to wipe away a few tears, but he moved his thumb towards Susana’s lip and wiped off the butter.
It left her breathless. He noticed the exact moment when she started to breathe again, because he felt the air caress his fingertips. But besides that, Susana remained completely still.
“You really do love Tim,” he affirmed, surprised as if it had never really occurred to him before. Perhaps he thought that they didn’t make a good couple or that Tim wasn’t in love with her like he was with Amanda, but he
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