Courfeyrac hadn’t entirely expected Midge to answer, let alone to offer something quite so personal. Now that she has, he sets his wine glass down and props his chin on his hand. “Naturellement. Your jokes could never be so good if they didn’t have something real behind them.” He sits back. “Though for the record, he must be an absolute fool.”
That comment produces a small smile. “I think he regrets it, but it’s too late. He can’t un-fuck his secretary.” Midge has forgiven him enough that they can co-parent their children together, but she will never get back together with him.
Maybe this revelation will help Courfeyrac to understand why she’s hesitant about taking things further than dinner. She doesn’t want to be made a fool of again, even if it is just sex.
Midge takes a long drink of wine before speaking again. “Anyway… that’s something you probably didn’t know.”
“Well, you have risen like a phoenix from the ashes, cherie, and I hope he knows it.” He grins slyly and clinks his glass against hers. “Is it true that you only started performing after he left? Because personal tragedy aside, it would have been a shame if the rest of us had never been given the opportunity to enjoy your wit.”
“That’s true,” Midge confirms. “The night he left, I got drunk and went to The Gaslight and got on stage for the first time. I didn’t think I’d ever do it again, except that I loved the rush that it gave me.”
Courfeyrac’s smile is giving her a similar rush, and she hates that. He’s too smug. She can’t give him what he wants. And yet it feels like he’s dismantling her defenses brick by brick.
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Maybe this revelation will help Courfeyrac to understand why she’s hesitant about taking things further than dinner. She doesn’t want to be made a fool of again, even if it is just sex.
Midge takes a long drink of wine before speaking again. “Anyway… that’s something you probably didn’t know.”
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Courfeyrac’s smile is giving her a similar rush, and she hates that. He’s too smug. She can’t give him what he wants. And yet it feels like he’s dismantling her defenses brick by brick.
“Do you feel that way when you’re in court?”