Chapter 11 Chapter Eleven

Friday night is Miami date time, and Dexter date time.After years of trying to look normal, with a lot of stumbles and blunders, I finally found a date. Rita was as physically and mentally exhausted as I was.She married rashly at a very young age, and the marriage barely lasted about ten years, with two children.Her attractive husband was an alcoholic and a drug addict, who would beat her like a wild animal and threaten her death, and ended up infecting her with some horrible venereal diseases.One night her husband chased her to beat the child, Rita finally made up her mind to divorce him. After the divorce, the beast went to jail, and Rita finally lived a peaceful life.Lovely Rita decides to start dating again -- but she's no longer interested in sex because of the constant beatings she receives from her loved ones.Maybe she just wanted a companion.She wanted a man who would be considerate, gentle, and patient.She imagined that the ideal man would be happy to chat with her and watch a movie with her, not to have sex with her, because she was not prepared for that kind of thing.

If Rita has a close friend in her boudoir, she will definitely tell Rita that this is just her imagination, a humane man will not be like that, and sex is also an important part of love.However, she has no such close friends in her boudoir. I can imitate it all perfectly, and I really want to.I'm not interested in a sexual relationship, I just want a disguise, and Rita is exactly the kind of woman I'm looking for.Rita is very beautiful.She is blond, slender, vivacious and healthy.She is a sports enthusiast, and she either runs or rides a bicycle in her spare time.In fact, sweating is one of our two favorite activities.

Best of all are her two children.The older one is Astor, who is eight years old this year; the younger one is Cody, who is five years old this year.Both little ones were quiet, as is the case with children who grow up in scary environments.They can change slowly though - I'm an example, maybe that's why I like Astor and Cody somehow. I like children. Children hold a high place in my heart.very important. I don't understand what's going on here either.I don't care if all the people on the planet die suddenly, as long as I--and Deborah, perhaps--are alive.Everyone else means nothing to me.

However, children—children are different. I had been "in love" with Rita for a year and a half, during which time I had gradually won over Astor and Cody on a conscious level.I was nice to them, never hurt their feelings, always remembering their birthdays, report card dates, holidays.I often go to their house and never lose my temper or lie in front of them.I also gradually won their trust. It might sound funny, but it's true. I'm the only person they can trust.Rita saw this as my long and patient quest for her to make her children like me.But who knows?In fact, the children are more important than her in my mind.Maybe it's too late now, but I don't want to see them grow up like me.

Friday night is when Astor opens the door for me. "Hello," her voice was calm, not at all lively like a child's. "Good evening, pretty little lady, you are so lovely tonight." Cody was standing behind her, and I handed him a roll of "Nicole" wafers.He took it, but didn't open it. He won't open the gift until I leave and give half to my sister. With a rustling Rita came out, putting on her earrings as she went.She was dressed coquettishly and seductively, wearing an almost weightless light blue silk pullover that was so long that it covered half of her thighs.Wear a pair of multipurpose sneakers on your feet.I've never met or heard of a woman wearing comfortable shoes on a date before.What a charming stunner.

"Hey, handsome," Rita said, "I'll talk to the nanny, and then we'll go out." She went into the kitchen, and I heard her talking to the nanny.The nanny is a teenage girl from a neighbor's house.She kept telling the nanny when to do homework, what the TV rules were, and when to put the kids to bed.Mobile phone number, emergency number, what to do in case of accidental poisoning and murderer. Rita gave instructions for several minutes until she had said all she thought needed to be said, and then she walked out with light steps and hurriedly kissed the two children goodbye. "Listen to Alice. Go to bed at nine."

"Are you back, Dexter," Cody asked. "You'll be asleep when we get back," I said, "but I'll wave to you, okay?" "I won't sleep," he said gloomily. "Then I'll play poker with you, high stakes poker. I'll give you a lot of money if you win," I said. "Dexter!" Rita smiled casually. "You're going to sleep, Cody. Good night, kids. Be good." She took my arm and walked out with me. "To tell you the truth," she whispered, "these two little fellows are coaxed into submission by you."

There was nothing special about the movie, and by the time we got to the little shop on the edge of South Beach for drinks, I had already forgotten most of the movie's plot.After we finished our drinks, we strolled along the boardwalk, chatting broadly as we went—a thing I'm very good at. It's a beautiful night.I entertained the Abbe Donovan a few days ago on that night of the full moon, and tonight the full moon is missing a corner. After a great night of fun, we drove back to Rita's house, passing the Coconut Grove Community.This is a very chaotic area, and the law and order has not been very good.At this time, I saw a red light flashing.This is a crime scene: the yellow plastic tape that set up the barricade has been pulled back, and several police patrol cars drive in and stop in a figure-eight hastily.

"It's him again," I thought to myself.Without thinking, I drove the car into the crime scene. "Where are we going?" Rita felt a little puzzled. "I want to see if they need my help." I give her my biggest Friday night smile. "Sometimes they don't know if they need me," Even if I wasn't needed, I'd probably stop and show Rita off in front of everyone.I dated her as if I were wearing a disguise, and the whole point of doing it was to be seen with her.In fact, that irresistible little voice howled in my ear, so I pulled over no matter what.It's him again.I need to see what he did.I left Rita in the car and hurried over by myself.