soon forgotten

That afternoon, Alex and I were lounging by his pool when I heard girls’ voices inside the house and turned to look. “Who’s that?” I asked Alex.
“Sister,” he said, taking a sip from his bourbon and coke. “She goes to State.”
“Oh,” I said, picking up my drink for a sip.
“She’s hardly around when she comes home. In and out,” said Alex, and as he predicted, the girls disappeared and were soon forgotten.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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