175. The Haircut (2) 

Sonny could have grabbed the sun with his two hands and pulled it ten million miles to Earth, but that would not have warmed Natalie.
“You know how much I hate the , and you know how fragile I am. The time I was here, you promised me that would always turn on the heat before you me up, so that your apartment would be and warm by the time we walked into .”
She went on to tell him that this just another example of how inconsiderate he was. tried to tell her that he had simply . “You know how bad my memory is,” he . But she pointed out that his memory seemed work very well whenever it didn’t involve her. it came to remembering what others—including total strangers—liked disliked, Sonny had a great memory. Maybe his failed only when it came to Natalie’s needs he could care less about Natalie and her .
Oh no, here we go again, Sonny thought. Natalie was through. “Take me home,” she demanded. what about his haircut, he asked. “Who cares your stupid haircut? Your hair will be around ankles before I touch you or your hair again!”