you ask me to do you a favor, can I
ask what you two were fighting about this morning?”
“The damn iPod. Or Pad, or whatever. She knew
she wasn’t getting it, but she acted all pissed off anyway.”
“Maybe you should have gotten it for her.”
“I’m done talking about that. She’s
spoiled enough as it is.”
“Maybe you should try being nicer to her.”
“Are you going to do me a favor, or not?”
“What’s the favor?”
He sighed, rubbing his head. “Can you ask her if
she still wants to go to Mario’s?”
Lonna put the juice back in the refrigerator. “I
doubt she’ll want to go if she’s mad at you.”
“You’re probably right. The way she was
screaming at me this morning, I got the feeling she hated my guts.”
He glanced at her. “Now I know how you feel.”
Not quite ,
Lonna thought.
“Anyway, will you ask her? I notice you didn’t
cook anything.”
“I thought we were going out! Why would I cook
something? No one bothers to tell me anything.”
He frowned. “Sorry. I was going to call, but I
had to bust ass all day again.”
“And what do you think I did all day?”
Lonna had a brief flashback of Abbie looking up at her from between
her legs, her face dripping wet. The corners of her mouth turned up
in a little smirk.
“What’s funny?”
“Nothing. I just don’t see why you would
expect me to cook when we had plans to go out.”
“I said I’m sorry. Will you ask her? If
she doesn’t want to go, we can order Chinese or something.”
Lonna stirred her drink, nodding. She took a little
sip. It was very strong, stronger than she usually made them. “I
suppose I could. But you know how she feels about me. We can
probably forget about going out.”
“Yeah, but could you ask her anyway? Otherwise
she’ll hold it against me. Tomorrow she’ll be whining
that she had really wanted to go.”
“Good thinking. This way your ass will be
covered, and you don’t even have to do anything.”
He glared at her. “Is that a yes or a no?”
“I’ll try. Do you want me to see if I can
influence her one way or the other?”
He shrugged. “Let her decide. It’s her
birthday.”
Lonna nodded and carried her drink down the hall.
Chapter 11
When Lonna reached Abbie’s bedroom door, she
knocked three times and called out loud enough for Rick to hear from
the living room, “Abbie? It’s me, your stepmother. I
know you don’t like me, but I need to ask you something.”
Seconds later there was a click and the door began to
open. Abbie’s face peeked out through the crack, looking at
her. Her eyes quickly scanned the hall and, seeing no one else, came
back to Lonna. She smiled, opening the door wider and stepping back.
“You know I don’t like you?”
Smiling, Lonna put a finger up to her lips. She
entered the room and shut the door behind her. “Does this
thing lock?” she whispered.
Abbie reached past her and turned a small dial on the
doorknob.
Lonna set her glass down on the small table and the two
of them embraced, squeezing each other tightly. “God, I missed
you already!” Lonna said softly.
Abbie giggled. “I missed you too!”
They unwound and shared a long kiss, both of them very
eager.
“I told you it would be okay,” Lonna said
softly. “He’s been home less than ten minutes, and we’re
back together already.” She smiled happily and kissed Abbie
again.
“But how long will it last?”
“As long as we want. I made a decision while I
was in there listening to him belittling me.”
“What was the decision?”
“The decision is, I no longer care what he
thinks.”
“You mean, you want us to just do whatever we
feel like, right in front of him?”
“Well, no. But this is your room. He’s
got no right to come in here. So, if you invite me in, and lock the
door, it’s none of his business what we’re doing.”
Abbie suddenly looked very happy. “He might
figure it out after awhile. When he realizes how close we are
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