brush away any ill thoughts and bias opinions you may have. I want a fresh start for our friendship, as if we had met by mere casualty on the street and not under these circumstances. With this being said, do you believe it is possible that we may initiate a new beginning?”
I stared at him for a long time. Why did he have to be such a complicated person? Mysteries and me did not mesh well; I was an eager beaver. I needed to know things, not figure them out like a labyrinth.
The last drop of sunlight was almost gone as David patiently listened for my delayed response.
“Okay,” I said, unsure of what his point to starting off from fresh would be.
“It’s improper for us to be inside the car this long outside of your house. Let me walk you to your door.” David grabbed the key from the ignition and circled the car. He took my hand and held it all the way to the porch.
I just didn’t understand this boy at all. Why was he holding my hand when he had placed such crucial emphasis on their laws? The worst part of the matter is that I let him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” I gazed at our hands still joined.
“You shall,” he said, closing the gap between us.
“Wait!” I stopped him before his lips touched mine, my hand flat against his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Plotting a new beginning.” His nose touched the tip of mine.
“David,” I shook my head, pulling my face away from his, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He stepped back and grazed his lips on my wrist. “Thank you for a lovely afternoon.” His face reflected a hint of dismay as he momentarily fixed his eyes on the floor and sighed.
My dress swayed softly in the breeze as I gawked at him, wondering what could be if we weren’t from different worlds.
David gave me his back and began to walk. He turned for a moment and blew a kiss in the air. “Good night, my lovely.” His brawny silhouette continued its stride. He slid into his car and drove away slowly.
I staggered into the kitchen and sighed a little too loud—loud enough for my mother to hear. One corner of Claire’s lip rose as she diced some tomatoes.
“I’ll bet anything that sigh is worth one thought.” She slid the tomatoes off the cutting board and into a skillet. “And I bet I know that thought’s name.”
I smiled.
As usual, she was right. But I’d never admit to it. I leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her chopping away.
“Need some help?” I offered.
“Fix us some salad, would ya, hun?”
“Uh, Mom… I’m not hungry at all.” I patted my stomach. “Nyx prepared this ginormous spread of pastries, canapés and some other stuff. It was deee-licious.” I closed my eyes and waved my head as if I were savoring something magnificent.
“Better than my cooking?” I noted jealousy in her tone.
“Uh…” I hesitated, “not better, just different.” I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Honestly, my mom’s cooking was good, but Nyx’s surpassed greatness.
“Hmm,” she didn’t sound convinced.
I selected some vegetables from the fridge and started making a salad for Claire. My mind wandered off to David and his brothers as I carefully sliced and diced. They’d be enrolling tomorrow. Boy, were the girls at school in for a treat.
“By the way, Dr. Jameson called. Wanted to know how you were. I forgot to mention to him you were having daydreams about some good looking kid you picked up at the library.” Even though she was joking, her face remained serious.
I laughed. “Would you stop with that already? I know you’re struggling to hold back the questions. What do you want to know?”
“Is his mother younger or older than me?”
“About the same.”
“Is she pretty?”
“Yes.”
“What about his father?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t met him yet.”
“Why not?”
“He’s never there.”
“Well, where is he?”
“Mom, I don’t know. I don’t ask David such personal
I stared at him for a long time. Why did he have to be such a complicated person? Mysteries and me did not mesh well; I was an eager beaver. I needed to know things, not figure them out like a labyrinth.
The last drop of sunlight was almost gone as David patiently listened for my delayed response.
“Okay,” I said, unsure of what his point to starting off from fresh would be.
“It’s improper for us to be inside the car this long outside of your house. Let me walk you to your door.” David grabbed the key from the ignition and circled the car. He took my hand and held it all the way to the porch.
I just didn’t understand this boy at all. Why was he holding my hand when he had placed such crucial emphasis on their laws? The worst part of the matter is that I let him.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, then?” I gazed at our hands still joined.
“You shall,” he said, closing the gap between us.
“Wait!” I stopped him before his lips touched mine, my hand flat against his chest. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Plotting a new beginning.” His nose touched the tip of mine.
“David,” I shook my head, pulling my face away from his, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
He stepped back and grazed his lips on my wrist. “Thank you for a lovely afternoon.” His face reflected a hint of dismay as he momentarily fixed his eyes on the floor and sighed.
My dress swayed softly in the breeze as I gawked at him, wondering what could be if we weren’t from different worlds.
David gave me his back and began to walk. He turned for a moment and blew a kiss in the air. “Good night, my lovely.” His brawny silhouette continued its stride. He slid into his car and drove away slowly.
I staggered into the kitchen and sighed a little too loud—loud enough for my mother to hear. One corner of Claire’s lip rose as she diced some tomatoes.
“I’ll bet anything that sigh is worth one thought.” She slid the tomatoes off the cutting board and into a skillet. “And I bet I know that thought’s name.”
I smiled.
As usual, she was right. But I’d never admit to it. I leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her chopping away.
“Need some help?” I offered.
“Fix us some salad, would ya, hun?”
“Uh, Mom… I’m not hungry at all.” I patted my stomach. “Nyx prepared this ginormous spread of pastries, canapés and some other stuff. It was deee-licious.” I closed my eyes and waved my head as if I were savoring something magnificent.
“Better than my cooking?” I noted jealousy in her tone.
“Uh…” I hesitated, “not better, just different.” I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. Honestly, my mom’s cooking was good, but Nyx’s surpassed greatness.
“Hmm,” she didn’t sound convinced.
I selected some vegetables from the fridge and started making a salad for Claire. My mind wandered off to David and his brothers as I carefully sliced and diced. They’d be enrolling tomorrow. Boy, were the girls at school in for a treat.
“By the way, Dr. Jameson called. Wanted to know how you were. I forgot to mention to him you were having daydreams about some good looking kid you picked up at the library.” Even though she was joking, her face remained serious.
I laughed. “Would you stop with that already? I know you’re struggling to hold back the questions. What do you want to know?”
“Is his mother younger or older than me?”
“About the same.”
“Is she pretty?”
“Yes.”
“What about his father?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t met him yet.”
“Why not?”
“He’s never there.”
“Well, where is he?”
“Mom, I don’t know. I don’t ask David such personal
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