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I nod.“Wow.”She’s speechless – a novel concept for my mother. She gapes at me, but eventuallyrecovers herself and resumes her original line of questioning.“How was last night? Did you talk?”Jeez. I flush bright scarlet.“We talked – last night and today. It’s getting better.”“Good.” She turns her attention back to the four cookery books she has open on thekitchen table.“Mom… if you like, I’ll cook this evening.”“Oh, honey, that’s kind of you, but I want to do it.”“Okay.” I grimace, knowing full well that my mother’s cooking is pretty hit or miss.Perhaps she’s improved since she moved to Savannah with Bob. There was a time Iwouldn’t subject anyone to her cooking… even – who do I hate? Oh yes – Mrs. Robinson– Elena. Well, maybe her. Will I ever meet this damned woman?I decide to send a quick thank-you to Christian.From: Anastasia SteeleSubject: Soaring as opposed to sore-ingDate: June 2 2011 10:20 ESTTo: Christian GreySometimes, you really know how to show a girl a good time.Thank youAna xFrom: Christian GreySubject: Soaring vs sore-ingDate: June 2 2011 10:24 ESTTo: Anastasia SteeleI’ll take either of those over your snoring. I had a good time too.But I always do when I’m with you.Christian GreyCEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.From: Anastasia SteeleSubject: SNORINGDate: June 2 2011 10:26 ESTTo: Christian GreyI DO NOT SNORE. And if I do, it’s very ungallant of you to point it out.You are no gentleman Mr. Grey! And you are in the Deep South too!Ana