when she released me. She asked, “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She dragged us toward the kitchen where the tantalizing aroma of fresh coffee was coming from.
She kept an eye on Ashley as she started pouring three cups of coffee, a habit of a lifetime with a daughter with no voice.
Ash teased, “Well, Itsy kept badgering me to visit. Since we have a job in town this morning, I thought this would get her to shut up about it.”
I put my forehead on her shoulder, blushing as I lightly slapped her back. Mrs. Lance chuckled as she brought the coffee to the breakfast bar on the counter that we girls were standing by. “Well, at least one of my daughters has good sense.”
I blushed again as we all slid into seats to enjoy our coffee and conversation.
Mrs. Lance makes me call her mom, and always teases that I'm her 'other' daughter, her 'good' daughter. It always makes me blush. Especially when I think about how much deeper I seem to fall in love with her daughter every day, it may actually happen one day. Hey, a girl can dream can't she.
We sat and caught up until eleven. Then Ashley signed in resignation to her mother, “We'll have to get going. I want to get into the Pike before lunch rush. Itsy doesn't do well in crowds.”
She nodded in resignation. “Well at least spend a day with your father and me on one of your days off. We miss you two around here.” I smiled at her for including me again.
She had confided in me one day that she never thought her girl would ever find someone who made her heart skip a beat. She was so excited about the news that Ashley was bringing her girlfriend home from New York with her last summer. She didn't seem to have a problem at all that her daughter was gay. She had suspected. Mr. Lance was shocked, but he got over it fast, and he really tries, and I like the man.
It was similar in my house. My mother was over the moon that I had somehow come out of my shell enough to connect with someone, she didn't care if it were a boy, a girl, or an alien from Sigma Prime. Dad seemed to digest it slower, but not in an adverse way. He admits that he was worried that with my anxiety and mini panic attacks, that I'd never find someone who made me happy. So he is genuinely thankful to Ash for looking past my neurosis.
Ash's mother walked us to the door and gave us each a hug. “Don't be strangers. You make sure Ash behaves and visits more often, Leigh.”
I nodded and said, “Yes Mrs... ummm... mom.”
She grinned like a Cheshire cat, and it was easy to see where my Amber got such an expressive face. She looked like an older version of my girl with frosted streaks of grey highlighting her brunette hair. It boded well for my girl when she turned forty, good genes.
Before I knew it, we were back in Gerty and headed toward the Market.
Chapter 7 – Repairs
A few minutes later we were driving through Pike Place and parked at one of the few spots on the road by the market entrance, by the big sign. This was a genuine miracle since all of the tourists swarmed the market just after the opening bell. So we didn't have to pay an arm and a leg at the parking garage.
Ash shouldered her jury rig kit and stuffed the smaller parts into it. Then both of us lifted the motor and headed to the Pike. Dwayne made it look so light, but it had to weigh fifty pounds. I grinned and said offhandedly as we walked through the crowd, me bobbing around to avoid coming into contact with anyone. “Any suggestions on what movie we should watch tonight at the cabin? I was thinking some sort of romance. Oh! With sparkly vampires. Any input? No? Great, Twilight it is.”
As she shook her head, she was adamantly mouthing, “No, no, no.” She scrunched up her nose at my toothy grin, then stuck her tongue out at my rare opportunity to take advantage when her hands were full. Oooo she mouthed something unladylike as she smiled and I
She kept an eye on Ashley as she started pouring three cups of coffee, a habit of a lifetime with a daughter with no voice.
Ash teased, “Well, Itsy kept badgering me to visit. Since we have a job in town this morning, I thought this would get her to shut up about it.”
I put my forehead on her shoulder, blushing as I lightly slapped her back. Mrs. Lance chuckled as she brought the coffee to the breakfast bar on the counter that we girls were standing by. “Well, at least one of my daughters has good sense.”
I blushed again as we all slid into seats to enjoy our coffee and conversation.
Mrs. Lance makes me call her mom, and always teases that I'm her 'other' daughter, her 'good' daughter. It always makes me blush. Especially when I think about how much deeper I seem to fall in love with her daughter every day, it may actually happen one day. Hey, a girl can dream can't she.
We sat and caught up until eleven. Then Ashley signed in resignation to her mother, “We'll have to get going. I want to get into the Pike before lunch rush. Itsy doesn't do well in crowds.”
She nodded in resignation. “Well at least spend a day with your father and me on one of your days off. We miss you two around here.” I smiled at her for including me again.
She had confided in me one day that she never thought her girl would ever find someone who made her heart skip a beat. She was so excited about the news that Ashley was bringing her girlfriend home from New York with her last summer. She didn't seem to have a problem at all that her daughter was gay. She had suspected. Mr. Lance was shocked, but he got over it fast, and he really tries, and I like the man.
It was similar in my house. My mother was over the moon that I had somehow come out of my shell enough to connect with someone, she didn't care if it were a boy, a girl, or an alien from Sigma Prime. Dad seemed to digest it slower, but not in an adverse way. He admits that he was worried that with my anxiety and mini panic attacks, that I'd never find someone who made me happy. So he is genuinely thankful to Ash for looking past my neurosis.
Ash's mother walked us to the door and gave us each a hug. “Don't be strangers. You make sure Ash behaves and visits more often, Leigh.”
I nodded and said, “Yes Mrs... ummm... mom.”
She grinned like a Cheshire cat, and it was easy to see where my Amber got such an expressive face. She looked like an older version of my girl with frosted streaks of grey highlighting her brunette hair. It boded well for my girl when she turned forty, good genes.
Before I knew it, we were back in Gerty and headed toward the Market.
Chapter 7 – Repairs
A few minutes later we were driving through Pike Place and parked at one of the few spots on the road by the market entrance, by the big sign. This was a genuine miracle since all of the tourists swarmed the market just after the opening bell. So we didn't have to pay an arm and a leg at the parking garage.
Ash shouldered her jury rig kit and stuffed the smaller parts into it. Then both of us lifted the motor and headed to the Pike. Dwayne made it look so light, but it had to weigh fifty pounds. I grinned and said offhandedly as we walked through the crowd, me bobbing around to avoid coming into contact with anyone. “Any suggestions on what movie we should watch tonight at the cabin? I was thinking some sort of romance. Oh! With sparkly vampires. Any input? No? Great, Twilight it is.”
As she shook her head, she was adamantly mouthing, “No, no, no.” She scrunched up her nose at my toothy grin, then stuck her tongue out at my rare opportunity to take advantage when her hands were full. Oooo she mouthed something unladylike as she smiled and I
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