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expression on his face
that I simply couldn’t read. I didn’t know if it was pleasure or
pain, but it bothered me. It reminded me of his face yesterday when
he was trying to get me to accept a ride from him, but then he
smiled and said he’d see me at six-thirty.
At six-twenty five, a sleek, black 370Z
pulled into the crowded driveway at Bev and Matt’s. I smiled and
waved from the porch swing as he stepped out onto the concrete. He
motioned me toward his car, and I shook my head while motioning him
to the porch.
He gave a little grimace as he
approached, “I really have to do this ‘meet your parents’
thing?”
“ Aunt and Uncle,” I reminded
him. “And yes you do.”
I opened the door and walked inside
with my reluctant prisoner in tow. Kimmy was the first to meet us
and she seemed very surprised when she saw him.
“ Hi,” she said shyly. “I’m
Kimberly. I’m Leese’s sister.”
He smiled and put his hand out. “Hi
Kim, I’m Evan. You’re just as pretty as your sister.”
She giggled and her cheeks pinked as
she finished shaking his hand. Matt Junior came toddling down the
hallway, apparently having gleefully escaped from getting his hair
combed. He stopped short at the sight of the big stranger standing
in his foyer.
“ Kimmy,” Bev called from her
bedroom, “Would you bring him back here, please?”
Kimmy started toward him and he turned
and began his short-legged, waddle-run back toward his parent’s
bedroom. “MA MA!” he yelled, excited that Kimmy was chasing
him.
“ Come on in,” I said,
pulling him into the living room.
I heard Kimmy down the hallway very
excitedly announce, “Leese’s boyfriend is here!”
I wanted to cover my face and hide. I’d
told her he was just a friend from school, but I guess that equated
to a boyfriend in her book. I didn’t have to look at his face; I
could feel the smile on it without a visual.
“ So where’s your room?” he
asked in a quiet voice.
“ Right there.” I pointed to
the double-doors leading from the living room. Bev and Matt had a
three bedroom home, but when we moved in with them, Bev decided
that a teenager really needed a little privacy. Kimmy got the third
bedroom and they turned their den into my room. I told them they
didn’t have to do that, but they insisted that it was no problem
especially since Matt wasn’t with his engineering firm anymore, he
didn’t need it as an office. And, I had to admit that I was used to
having my own room, but the thing I missed the most from home was
having my own bathroom. Bev and Matt had a private bath off the
master suite, but Kimmy and I had to share the other. That had
taken some getting used to.
I was a little mortified when he headed
into my room. It wasn’t that it was a mess, except the fact that
the den didn’t have a closet so I did have a few things hanging on
an open rack, my clothes were picked up and my bed was made, but I
didn’t expect him to just stroll right in there. What would Matt
and Bev think if they came out and we were in there? I stood at the
doors and tried to coax him back out, but he ignored me as he
looked over some sketch books that I had open.
“ Very nice,” he mouthed
silently as he picked up a cherry-blossom water color that I had
been working on. He pointed to me and then back to the painting. I
nodded, still nervous that he was walking around my room. He came
to a stop beside my bed and his hand was reaching for something. My
heart all but stopped when I realized it was a picture of my
family—my real family. I wanted to go in there and snatch it from
his grasp and tell him to get out of my room, but I think he
realized that my feet wouldn’t carry me into that private space
while he occupied it. I heard Matt and Bev coming down the hall so
I motioned for him to get out of there and then I headed for the
couch. He emerged a moment later, seating himself beside me just in
time as they came around the corner.
I couldn’t help but see the
that I simply couldn’t read. I didn’t know if it was pleasure or
pain, but it bothered me. It reminded me of his face yesterday when
he was trying to get me to accept a ride from him, but then he
smiled and said he’d see me at six-thirty.
At six-twenty five, a sleek, black 370Z
pulled into the crowded driveway at Bev and Matt’s. I smiled and
waved from the porch swing as he stepped out onto the concrete. He
motioned me toward his car, and I shook my head while motioning him
to the porch.
He gave a little grimace as he
approached, “I really have to do this ‘meet your parents’
thing?”
“ Aunt and Uncle,” I reminded
him. “And yes you do.”
I opened the door and walked inside
with my reluctant prisoner in tow. Kimmy was the first to meet us
and she seemed very surprised when she saw him.
“ Hi,” she said shyly. “I’m
Kimberly. I’m Leese’s sister.”
He smiled and put his hand out. “Hi
Kim, I’m Evan. You’re just as pretty as your sister.”
She giggled and her cheeks pinked as
she finished shaking his hand. Matt Junior came toddling down the
hallway, apparently having gleefully escaped from getting his hair
combed. He stopped short at the sight of the big stranger standing
in his foyer.
“ Kimmy,” Bev called from her
bedroom, “Would you bring him back here, please?”
Kimmy started toward him and he turned
and began his short-legged, waddle-run back toward his parent’s
bedroom. “MA MA!” he yelled, excited that Kimmy was chasing
him.
“ Come on in,” I said,
pulling him into the living room.
I heard Kimmy down the hallway very
excitedly announce, “Leese’s boyfriend is here!”
I wanted to cover my face and hide. I’d
told her he was just a friend from school, but I guess that equated
to a boyfriend in her book. I didn’t have to look at his face; I
could feel the smile on it without a visual.
“ So where’s your room?” he
asked in a quiet voice.
“ Right there.” I pointed to
the double-doors leading from the living room. Bev and Matt had a
three bedroom home, but when we moved in with them, Bev decided
that a teenager really needed a little privacy. Kimmy got the third
bedroom and they turned their den into my room. I told them they
didn’t have to do that, but they insisted that it was no problem
especially since Matt wasn’t with his engineering firm anymore, he
didn’t need it as an office. And, I had to admit that I was used to
having my own room, but the thing I missed the most from home was
having my own bathroom. Bev and Matt had a private bath off the
master suite, but Kimmy and I had to share the other. That had
taken some getting used to.
I was a little mortified when he headed
into my room. It wasn’t that it was a mess, except the fact that
the den didn’t have a closet so I did have a few things hanging on
an open rack, my clothes were picked up and my bed was made, but I
didn’t expect him to just stroll right in there. What would Matt
and Bev think if they came out and we were in there? I stood at the
doors and tried to coax him back out, but he ignored me as he
looked over some sketch books that I had open.
“ Very nice,” he mouthed
silently as he picked up a cherry-blossom water color that I had
been working on. He pointed to me and then back to the painting. I
nodded, still nervous that he was walking around my room. He came
to a stop beside my bed and his hand was reaching for something. My
heart all but stopped when I realized it was a picture of my
family—my real family. I wanted to go in there and snatch it from
his grasp and tell him to get out of my room, but I think he
realized that my feet wouldn’t carry me into that private space
while he occupied it. I heard Matt and Bev coming down the hall so
I motioned for him to get out of there and then I headed for the
couch. He emerged a moment later, seating himself beside me just in
time as they came around the corner.
I couldn’t help but see the
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