Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 129001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
More pieces falling: Bohannan was a sage.
He kept giving me that.
“I hate the word commitment used about a relationship. It’s inaccurate. You’re with someone because you want to be with someone. A relationship is not a diet or a contract with an employer or a goal to be attained. It’s based, or it should be based, solely on feeling, intuition, attraction. It might be my inability to identify with someone who doesn’t think the same way I do, but unless you feel it, really feel it, you’ve got no business making a promise to another human being. The ‘work’ it’s supposed to be to keep a relationship strong will fail if you don’t have the foundation to be in that relationship in the first place, be it the strength of your feeling for them, or the strength of character to do right by them.”
I sat silent and enthralled.
“I spent twenty-five years of my life with Grace. She wasn’t perfect. I’m not perfect. Our issues were severe as we closed in on the end, and I not once thought we couldn’t clear them. When she left and refused to come home, a piece of me went with her that I’ll never get back.”
“Honey,” I whispered.
It was like I said nothing.
He kept going.
“Went to a seminar given by a psychiatrist. He said as animals, monogamy is not in our genes. He said in the beginning, when that concept was formed, you were lucky to live to the age of forty, so it wasn’t as hard as it is now. But mostly, he said, the idea was created so men would know the children they sired on a woman were theirs. Also, so men could use the idea of exclusivity against women for a variety of reasons, when for the most part they ignored the concept was supposed to adhere to them as well.”
Bohannan took a break from bestowing his wisdom on me to down some of his drink, and then he carried on.
“From the things this doc said, it’s easy to follow the path of centuries of men getting away with it, and society condoning that in deed if not word, but something more was expected from women, as in they were not allowed to get away with it. A ‘good woman’ was expected to be pure and chaste and faithful. Relics of all of this still exist in the societal ideologies today. This being the answer to your question.”
I decided not to say anything and simply let my eyes scream, See!
Bohannan read my eyes, his beard twitched, then he used the lips buried in it to go on and declare, “But bottom line, this doc said monogamy isn’t natural in our species. And to that, I call bullshit. I don’t give a fuck about history or philosophy or the male of a species needing to know about his offspring. If you love somebody, if you pledged your life to them, you don’t fuck around on them. The end.”
My eyes were no longer screaming, but my heart felt loud due to the fact it was beating incredibly hard.
“I don’t think you’re normal, Bohannan.”
He turned fully to me. “I’m a fan, you know.”
I was confused. “Sorry?”
“Watched your show. All ten years. You have great hair. A better ass. And a cute smile. Grace liked the show too. She watched for you. She liked your clothes and thought you were funny. I watched for you too.”
I didn’t know what to say, but if I did, my heart still pounding in my chest taking all my attention, I wouldn’t have been able to say it.
“She got your book because she was a fan. But she wasn’t a reader. I don’t think she read it. I did. It changed my life.”
Wow.
“Bohannan,” I breathed.
“I should have known you’d be this person. Only someone who understands the human condition as the prism it is could write that book. It made me go to my bureau chief. It made me ask to be transferred. It eventually made me a profiler. I wanted to understand the human condition like you do.”
A tear slid down my cheek.
His arm came out, he cupped that cheek in his palm, his thumb sliding the wet away.
“It made me move back here, home, to Misted Pines, after I left the Bureau. It led me on an exhaustive search to find the right corner of this country, until I learned that returning to my hometown would be where my daughter’s first date with her big crush is started with a malt at the local diner and a movie. In part, you gave me my career, and until Alice, you guided my way to giving sanctuary to my family.”
Another tear fell.
His thumb swept it away.
And his voice was low when he perpetrated his own sneak attack.
But he was far better at it.