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Authors: Chloe Grey
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I’m going to stop worrying. And now I have another thing to worry about.”
“What’s that?”
“That maybe we’ve made a mistake.” She stared down at the tablecloth. “I feel uncertain.”
Chapter 9
Chase didn’t know what to say. He was relieved and pensive and hesitant at the same time. When the waiter appeared and requested his order, he was glad for the break in his thoughts. After he ordered, the waiter dashed off, and they were quiet for a little while.
“I remember feeling that way when I got the letter from college,” he began. “I was certain they weren’t going to accept me, and it took me forever to open the letter. Why would they want me?” He shook his head again, remembering every moment, and realized it was another example of his tendency to think the worst.
“I was elated when I realized I’d been accepted, but at the same time I wasn’t. I was happy they wanted me, but I knew it meant I was in for more stress once I got there. Everything was uncertain then, and it’s uncertain now.”
“Dad didn’t want me to go to the same college as you.” Meaghan took a sip from her water after squeezing lemon into it. “He wanted me to go somewhere else. Somewhere better, he kept saying. He thought I deserved it. But why would he even think that, when he hadn’t set much money aside for me to truly entertain it?
He couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to go to some Ivy League place. He thought it would be good for me. I thought it would be the worst place I could possibly go. How would I even afford it, to begin with? And add the workload to that? I’ve heard some real horror stories about people who go there and aren’t ready for it, or just the hierarchy of it all.”
“So have I, but I think you would have been fine. You’re one of those people who would make it and be successful no matter where you go.”
***
Looking at him was hard. Meaghan kept imagining him on top of her, his hooded, darkened eyes reflecting passion and ecstasy. She was doing everything she could to push that memory aside.
“Maybe I would have done well at an Ivy League school, but I still didn’t want to go,” she said, thinking at least the topic of conversation was tame. “Dad kept telling me I was making a huge mistake, which wasn’t easy to deal with. I knew I wasn’t. I was doing the right thing for me, no matter what he thought. In the end, I came to terms with the fact he would never understand me. I’m more like Aunt Jennifer than like him. She pretty much raised me, anyway. He didn’t. He couldn’t.”
“Losing your mom must have been hard for him to deal with.”
“It was hard for both of us.” Her memories of her mother were fuzzy, but the images of her death remained razor sharp. “Dad withdrew into himself, which was understandable, while I…I had no choice but to grow up very quickly, because he needed me. Aunt Jennifer did what she could, but she was having a very hard time, too.”
“I know. I remember being there for the funeral. I was holding your hand. Three days later, I held you when you cried. After that, I don’t think I ever saw you cry over your mom’s death again.”
“Crying wasn’t going to do me any good. Not when there was growing up that needed to be done. Aunt Jennifer did what she could. I should have been enjoying my childhood, but instead I was missing the loss of both my parents. Dad was a shell for so long. And he left me over at Aunt Jennifer’s for weeks on end.”
Chase spoke up. “That’s one of the things I’ve always been furious with him for. You resent my parents for not giving me a childhood, and I resent your dad for not giving you one.”
“It’s fair.” A plate of food appeared in front of her. “Thank you.”
The waiter checked to see if they needed anything else, and headed off to serve another table. Meaghan looked down at the plate, and tried not to focus on the fluttering in her stomach. If she was going to get
“What’s that?”
“That maybe we’ve made a mistake.” She stared down at the tablecloth. “I feel uncertain.”
Chapter 9
Chase didn’t know what to say. He was relieved and pensive and hesitant at the same time. When the waiter appeared and requested his order, he was glad for the break in his thoughts. After he ordered, the waiter dashed off, and they were quiet for a little while.
“I remember feeling that way when I got the letter from college,” he began. “I was certain they weren’t going to accept me, and it took me forever to open the letter. Why would they want me?” He shook his head again, remembering every moment, and realized it was another example of his tendency to think the worst.
“I was elated when I realized I’d been accepted, but at the same time I wasn’t. I was happy they wanted me, but I knew it meant I was in for more stress once I got there. Everything was uncertain then, and it’s uncertain now.”
“Dad didn’t want me to go to the same college as you.” Meaghan took a sip from her water after squeezing lemon into it. “He wanted me to go somewhere else. Somewhere better, he kept saying. He thought I deserved it. But why would he even think that, when he hadn’t set much money aside for me to truly entertain it?
He couldn’t understand why I didn’t want to go to some Ivy League place. He thought it would be good for me. I thought it would be the worst place I could possibly go. How would I even afford it, to begin with? And add the workload to that? I’ve heard some real horror stories about people who go there and aren’t ready for it, or just the hierarchy of it all.”
“So have I, but I think you would have been fine. You’re one of those people who would make it and be successful no matter where you go.”
***
Looking at him was hard. Meaghan kept imagining him on top of her, his hooded, darkened eyes reflecting passion and ecstasy. She was doing everything she could to push that memory aside.
“Maybe I would have done well at an Ivy League school, but I still didn’t want to go,” she said, thinking at least the topic of conversation was tame. “Dad kept telling me I was making a huge mistake, which wasn’t easy to deal with. I knew I wasn’t. I was doing the right thing for me, no matter what he thought. In the end, I came to terms with the fact he would never understand me. I’m more like Aunt Jennifer than like him. She pretty much raised me, anyway. He didn’t. He couldn’t.”
“Losing your mom must have been hard for him to deal with.”
“It was hard for both of us.” Her memories of her mother were fuzzy, but the images of her death remained razor sharp. “Dad withdrew into himself, which was understandable, while I…I had no choice but to grow up very quickly, because he needed me. Aunt Jennifer did what she could, but she was having a very hard time, too.”
“I know. I remember being there for the funeral. I was holding your hand. Three days later, I held you when you cried. After that, I don’t think I ever saw you cry over your mom’s death again.”
“Crying wasn’t going to do me any good. Not when there was growing up that needed to be done. Aunt Jennifer did what she could. I should have been enjoying my childhood, but instead I was missing the loss of both my parents. Dad was a shell for so long. And he left me over at Aunt Jennifer’s for weeks on end.”
Chase spoke up. “That’s one of the things I’ve always been furious with him for. You resent my parents for not giving me a childhood, and I resent your dad for not giving you one.”
“It’s fair.” A plate of food appeared in front of her. “Thank you.”
The waiter checked to see if they needed anything else, and headed off to serve another table. Meaghan looked down at the plate, and tried not to focus on the fluttering in her stomach. If she was going to get
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