Sex and the city

Chapter 38 The End (2)
Kelly felt that familiar heartache and uneasiness again. "That's good," she said.

She walked out the door, and there was a field outside the door.A group of tall golden saddle horses galloped from the sky and ran along the mountains.Kelly stared blankly at the horses, suddenly realizing that Mr. Big and what he was thinking suddenly didn't matter so much.

She woke up from the dream.

"Having a nightmare?" said Mr. Bigger. "Come here."

He reached out to hug her. "Don't touch me," she said, "I feel bad."

That dream haunted Kelly for the next few days.

"What do you want me to do?" said Mr. Big. "I can't wrestle with a dream." They sat by the pool with their feet dangling in the water.The sun was shining directly on them, and they were all white.

"Do you think we've talked enough?" Kelly asked.

"Not enough," said Mr. Bigger, "perhaps not enough."

They drove to the beach and then to lunch, admiring the stunning scenery and chatting about how relaxed they were.Anything and everything amazes them: They see a hen crossing the road with two fledgling chicks; they see a baby eel stranded on the bank at low tide; Several squashed rat carcasses.

"Are we friends?" Kelly asked.

"It was really a friend before. Back then I thought you were really a confidant." Mr. Big replied.They were on a narrow, winding concrete road.

"Everyone does that at first, and then they get tired, or lose interest," Kelly says.

They were silent for a while before Kylie said: "Why don't you ever say 'I love you' to me?"

"Because I'm worried," said Mr. Bigger, "that once I say 'I love you,' you'll think we're going to get married." The car passed the speed bump and Mr. Bigger slowed down.Next to it is a cemetery, decorated with bright plastic flowers, and a group of shirtless young men are standing on the side of the road smoking. "I don't know," said Mr. Bigger, "what's going on lately?"

They went back to the hotel, packed their bags and went home.Mr. Bigger asked, "Did you see my shoes? Don't forget to pack my shampoo?"

"Didn't see it. Well, of course." Kelly said softly.She goes into the bathroom.She looks beautiful in the mirror.Healthy complexion, slender figure, long blond hair.She started packing away her cosmetics, toothbrush and face cream.Mr. Big's shampoo was next to the tub, but she ignored it. "What if I get pregnant?" she thought.It is estimated that she will hide it from him, have an abortion by herself, and then ignore him again.Or she would tell him, go for an abortion, and then ignore him again.Otherwise, raise the child by yourself, but it's a bit risky - she hates him so much, what if she hates that child too?
She went into the bedroom and put away her high heels and straw hat.The straw hats were custom made and cost over $500. "Honey..." she began, Mr. Bigger.

"What's wrong?" he asked.With his back to her, he was packing a suitcase.

She was going to say, "That's it, honey, we're done. It's been a good time with you, but I think it's better to end on a happy time. Do you understand?"

Mr. Big looked up at her. "What's up?" he said. "Is there anything I can do for you, baby?"

"Oh, nothing," Kelly said, "I forgot to get you your shampoo, nothing else."

"He's a bastard"

Kelly drank five Bloody Marys on the plane, and then they had an argument.Noisy from the plane to get off.Kelly babbled until Mr. Big couldn't take it anymore and said, "Do you want me to dump you at your apartment door? Do you mean that?" When they got to Mr. Big's house, Kelly Call her parents. "We had a big fight," Kelly said, "and he's an asshole, like all men."

"Are you okay?" Kelly's father asked.

"Oh, it couldn't be better," she said.

Then Mr. Big came over very gently.He changed her pajamas for her and sat on the sofa with her. "I liked you when I first met you," he said, "and then I liked you more and more. Now... now I'm in love with you."

"Don't say such disgusting things, I'm going to throw up," Kelly said.

"Then why me, baby?" he asked. "You know so many people, why should you stay with me?"

"Who said I chose you?"

"What's the matter, is it your habit?" Mr. Big said, "I'm stuck now, and you want to leave. If you want to leave so much, then I can't stop it."

"No, you can stop me," Kelly said, "that's the point."

"I don't understand," said Mr. Bigger, "is our relationship any different from other relationships you've talked about before?"

"It's no different, it's all the same," Kelly said, "and that's enough."

The next morning, Mr. Big is as cheerful as nothing happened, much to Kelly's annoyance. "Help me choose a tie, baby," he said to Kelly.As usual, he took five ties to the bed, turned on the light, and handed Kelly the glasses.

Kelly dazedly forced her eyes open and glanced quickly at the tie. "Just that." She said as she took off her glasses and threw them aside, closed her eyes and buried her head in the pillow.

"But you didn't take a good look at it," said Mr. Bigger.

"I've made up my mind," she said, "and besides, don't all ties look the same in the end?"

"Oh, you're still mad," said Mr. Big. "I don't see what you're mad about. You should take it easy. I think things've been better since last night."

sweet Home
"I'm broke. The babysitter is gone and the kids are hungry," Emmarita said on the phone. "Bring me some pizza, honey? Just two or three bucks, and I'll pay you back later. "

Emmarita was staying in a run-down apartment on the Upper East Side, a friend of a friend's.Kelly is too familiar with that area: dilapidated brick houses, narrow doorways, and advertisements for Chinese food delivery everywhere on the ground; on the street, there are sloppy people walking sloppy dogs, and there are fat women with rickets in summer. sitting on the steps.Kelly lived there for four years when she was penniless—for a long time, Kelly thought she would never be able to escape the place.She bought pizza at the small shop she used to go to. The owner was still the same man, making pizza with dirty hands, and his little wife stood silently in front of the cashier as usual.

Up four rickety flights of stairs, Kelly found Emmarita's quarters in the corner.Anthracite walls, dark room. "Well, it's only temporary," Emmarita said. "The rent is very cheap, only 500 yuan a month."

Her daughter, a beautiful little girl with dark hair and big eyes, was sitting beside a pile of old newspapers, flipping through magazines curiously.

"Leddy said he was going to take me on a trip, and he hasn't contacted me since then," Emmarita said. "I sent him some books he wanted. These men don't want strong women in bed. , good skills in bed are not enough. They just like the ones who can't make love."

"I get it," Kelly said.

"Look! It's Mom!" said the little girl, pointing to the magazine proudly.It shows Emmarita wearing a sombrero at Royal Ascot with a duke next to her.

"A Japanese businessman wanted to adopt me," Emmarita said. "You know, I hate this kind of thing, but I'm actually broke. So I'm thinking—for the baby. I want her to go to kindergarten, but I I have to get the tuition first. So I agreed to the man. But he hasn't contacted me for two weeks, and I can't even see him. It's probably over."

Emmarita sat on the couch in sweatpants, munching on pizza.Kelly was sitting in a small wooden chair, wearing jeans and an old T-shirt with sweat stains under her armpits.Both girls have greasy hair. "Every time I think about the past," Emmarita said as she ate, "I think, I shouldn't have slept with this man, and I shouldn't have slept with that man...Maybe I should have gone a different route. "

She paused, then said, "I know you want to break up with Mr. Big. Listen to me, don't. Get him. Of course, you're beautiful and there are thousands of men waiting to ask you out. But you And me, we both know the truth. We know what real life is like, don't we?"

"Mom!" cried the little girl.She held up another magazine and pointed to pictures of Emmarita: the first, she was wearing a white Chanel ski suit, standing atop a mountain in St. Moritz; the second, at the Rolling Stones concert, wearing The black suit, wearing a pearl necklace and smiling gracefully, was about to disembark from a stretch limousine accompanied by a senator.

"Kellington! Don't look any more," Emmarita said with mock seriousness.The little girl looked at her and giggled.She snatched the magazine and threw it against the wall.

It's a sunny day.Sunlight streamed in through the dusty windows. "Come here baby," Emmarita said, "Come get some pizza."

"Hi, I'm back," said Mr. Bigger.

"Hi." Kelly walked to the door and kissed him. "How was the party?"

"Good, good."

"I'll make dinner."

"Okay, you don't need to go out to eat, it's really good."

"I think so."

"A drink?" Mr. Big asked.

"Thanks," she said, "a small glass of red wine will do."

They sat down at the table and Kelly lit a candle.Mr. Big kept talking about business matters, and Kelly watched him intently, nodding from time to time, echoing earnestly—though she wasn't really interested.

After Mr. Big finished speaking, Kelly said, "I'm super happy. My Hippeastrum finally bloomed. There are four of them."

"Oh, four," said Mr. Bigger, "I'm glad to see you're interested in growing flowers."

"Yeah, that's great," Kelly said. "With a little patience and attention, you can see amazing changes."

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Stanford Bratch's "Fashion Victim" grossed more than [-] million worldwide.Stanford bought a Challenger private jet and decorated it like Elizabeth Taylor's boudoir in "Cleopatra."

Liva Wilder is still writing his novels.In his writing, Mr. Big roasted and ate the child.Stanford Bratch continued to participate in various activities tirelessly, but there was no new development.

Samantha Jones has finally decided to leave New York.She went to Los Angeles for the Academy Awards and met Taylor Kidd at a party.They recently moved in together, but after Taylor missed out on the Best Actor Oscar, he swore he would never marry her.Samantha said, "Well, that's because that movie was so cute." But then again, Samantha is the producer of Taylor's new film, an art film.

Emmarita Amalfi's daughter attends the famous Kitford Kindergarten in Manhattan.Emmarita started her own consulting business with three employees - a driver, a nanny and a maid.She recently bought her daughter her first designer coat.

Born is also a male model.

Novelist Magda goes to a party to celebrate the release of an almanac featuring New York firefighters. Mr Satambi, 33, drove her home and they have been inseparable ever since.

Packard and Amanda have a second child, a daughter.The two of them are trying to raise a pair of sons and daughters into geniuses.The last time Kelly went to their house for dinner, Packard said to his son Chester, "Do you realize that these honey-roasted peanuts are the miracle of our lives?" Chester nodded solemnly.

Brigid left her husband.She was recently seen dancing wildly in Tano at four in the morning, with Buckley.

The older and older diamond wives are still unmarried.

Bella and Newbert went to a baby shower on Fifth Avenue.Newbert insisted on wearing a funny striped top hat — and everyone drank tequila and laughed while performing and dancing at the dinner party.When Newbert fell out of the fifth-story window, the stereo also exploded. Fortunately, an awning caught him.While Newbert was at home recovering from a broken bone for two months, Bella was promoted to president of the bank—and still not pregnant.

After that terrific evening with Ray, Skip Johnson returned to New York and disappeared for two months.When he reappeared, he declared to everyone that he was "in love".

Mr. Fantastic heard that he had an illegitimate child.He asked the mother to take a DNA test, and it turned out the baby wasn't his.

Kelly and Mr. Big are still together...

(End of this chapter)