The Hypnotist's Love Story by Liane Moriarty Read Free Book Online Page B

Right now, she was filled with gentle compassion for all of humanity.
    Julia snorted. She was lying on the bench opposite Ellen, a towel wrapped like a turban about her head. She had a long, lean, athletic body and crazy blond curly hair and she hovered right on the edge of being extremely beautiful. Whenever Ellen walked along a street with her, she saw men’s eyes involuntarily flicking back to Julia for a second appraising look. Unfortunately, Julia’s beauty seemed to attract a certain type of man, the sort who appreciated quality and was prepared to pay extra for it. The problem was these men constantly upgraded their computers, their cars and their women. That was their nature. They were dedicated consumers, excellent for the economy. After nearly five years of marriage, Julia’s husband, William, had decided it was high time he upgraded to the latest brand of woman: a twenty-three-year-old brunette.
    (Ellen always liked to think that the sort of man she herself attracted was automatically superior to those who chose Julia because they didn’t let the billboards determine what was beautiful. They weren’t superficial; they were
individuals
. Sadly, she couldn’t really back this theory up when her relationship history was just as disastrous as Julia’s.)
    (Really, when she dug deep, she saw that her whole theory was just her way of making herself feel better because the majority of men didn’t feel the need to give her that second flick of the eyes.)
    (Although William had been a dreadful prat.)
    (To be honest, she had been quite fond of him in the beginning.)
    “Where’s the woman’s self-respect?” snapped Julia. “Just move on, for God’s sake. She’s making all of us look bad.”
    There was a real edge to her voice, as if she was personally offended.
    “You mean she’s making women look bad?” said Ellen. “It’s normallymen who do the stalking. It’s good. She’s showing women can stalk just as effectively as men.”
    Julia made a
pfff
sound. She sat up, leaned down with one long arm and picked up the ladle lying next to a bucket of water. She threw it on the hot rocks. There was a boiling hiss and the sauna filled with more steam.
    “Julia,” gasped Ellen. “I’m suffocating.”
    “Toughen up,” said Julia. She lay back down and asked, “What’s this girl’s name?”
    “Saskia,” said Ellen, breathing shallow breaths of the hot, heavy air. She felt shy saying it out loud, as if it was a celebrity’s name.
    “Have you actually seen her yet? Or have you seen photos?”
    “No. He never tells me he’s seen her until after she’s left. I’m desperate to see what she looks like.”
    “Maybe she’s a figment of his imagination, and
he’s
the crazy one.”
    “I don’t think so.”
    Patrick wasn’t crazy. He was lovely.
    “So I assume he ended the relationship.”
    “He just said that it ran its course.”
    “So he broke her heart,” said Julia sternly.
    “Well, I don’t—”
    “Still, it’s no excuse. It happens to all of us. Patrick should take a restraining order against her. Has he done that?”
    Julia believed there were solutions to everything.
    “He says he’s been to the police,” began Ellen, but then she stopped and didn’t bother to go into further detail. She wasn’t entirely convinced that Patrick had told her the whole story about why he hadn’t gone ahead with the restraining order.
    “Anyway, the silly woman just needs to pull herself together,” said Julia, as if it was up to Ellen to pass on this instruction.
    “Yes.”
    They lay there in silence for a few moments. Ellen was planning what she’dcook Patrick for dinner that night. He’d already cooked once for her, on a night when Jack was staying at a friend’s place. It had been a very nice plain roast dinner, nothing too fancy, which was good, because she’d been out with men who fancied themselves gourmet cooks. It seemed like such an asset in the beginning, but then they were always so