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the ground. Since she can’t face me I know it is some new guy in her life, probably a married man cheating on his family. Although it makes it bearable for me to stay here this week, I don’t want my mom to owe anyone much less a male who I am sure already called in his payback.
“Whoever did this, please tell them thank you. It helped me a lot coming home.” I confess.
“Well, I better get off to work. Have fun at the dress fitting. Will I see you tonight for dinner?”
“Sure mom.” She is going to make dinner again. Who is this woman and what did she do with my mom? “Um…Mom?” She turns around in the doorway. “Thank you”
She nods her head shutting the door behind her. She knows what I am grateful for.
After the door clicks shut I lay in my bed staring up at the white ceiling thinking about last night. Gabe enters my mind and chills run through my body. Trent is always my Basso brother. We are meant to be together or so I thought once upon a time. From the way Trent acted last night I know he wants us to rekindle whatever we had but how many chances are we supposed to give this fated love?
That word fate rang in my ears. I jump from my bed looking through my new dresser drawers finding nothing. Running over to my closet, I fling the doors open in a panic. All I find is a closet full of my old clothes, things I will never wear again. Bending down I look at the floor crawling on my hands and knees searching for it praying no one threw it away. Accepting defeat I push myself back leaning against my bed looking into my closet. I knew I should have taken those things with me but I left in such a hurry.
Then I see an outline of the box in the top right hand corner of the closet. Standing on my tippy toes I reach with my hand as far as I can get it barely getting a corner. My fingers find the top edge enabling me to scoot it closer to me until I can get it. The flower box with stickers all over it is lighter than I remembered. It takes me back to my innocence. Walking over to the bed I sit Indian style hesitant to open my past. My hands rest on either side of the lid as I contemplate if I should open this Pandora’s box. Before I can second guess myself I rip it off and I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face.
My MASH book is on top. Mackenna and I had filled so many but this is the only one I kept. It was my last year with her. Flipping through the pages, Trent’s name fills every page. Mrs. Trent Basso is written on the cover, the back and I imagine pages in between. Picking up the book, I notice the loose-leaf paper under it. It has been folded and refolded at least ten times. I put it in my hands holding it against my heart. My eyes close remembering that day in the driveway when Mackenna handed it to me, saying it was a good one. When I drove away with my parents reading the MASH she gave me I was speechless. I wondered then as I am now, is there something as fate? Or is it all coincidence and luck of the draw?
A half hour later Gabe rings my doorbell. Since I took a trip down memory lane, my hair is wet. Pulled back in a ponytail and I threw on capris and a t-shirt with my favorite flip flops.
“I guess you don’t want to impress that Basso brother.” Ian smirks at me from the kitchen doorway as I walk by him.
I flip him off while snatching the granola bar from his hand.
“Hey Madgirl.” Gabe looks me up and down. I can’t tell if he is disgusted or pleased. “Hi Ian.” He waves walking into the house.
“Gabe.” I state. He is wearing a pair of khaki shorts with a tight fitting blue tee and a pair of sneakers. The shorts show off his muscular, long tanned legs. When he walks by me the tee shows off his tapered waist. I shake my head knowing I should not be thinking of Gabe nonetheless checking him out.
“You heading over with us, Ian?” Gabe asks him, making
“Whoever did this, please tell them thank you. It helped me a lot coming home.” I confess.
“Well, I better get off to work. Have fun at the dress fitting. Will I see you tonight for dinner?”
“Sure mom.” She is going to make dinner again. Who is this woman and what did she do with my mom? “Um…Mom?” She turns around in the doorway. “Thank you”
She nods her head shutting the door behind her. She knows what I am grateful for.
After the door clicks shut I lay in my bed staring up at the white ceiling thinking about last night. Gabe enters my mind and chills run through my body. Trent is always my Basso brother. We are meant to be together or so I thought once upon a time. From the way Trent acted last night I know he wants us to rekindle whatever we had but how many chances are we supposed to give this fated love?
That word fate rang in my ears. I jump from my bed looking through my new dresser drawers finding nothing. Running over to my closet, I fling the doors open in a panic. All I find is a closet full of my old clothes, things I will never wear again. Bending down I look at the floor crawling on my hands and knees searching for it praying no one threw it away. Accepting defeat I push myself back leaning against my bed looking into my closet. I knew I should have taken those things with me but I left in such a hurry.
Then I see an outline of the box in the top right hand corner of the closet. Standing on my tippy toes I reach with my hand as far as I can get it barely getting a corner. My fingers find the top edge enabling me to scoot it closer to me until I can get it. The flower box with stickers all over it is lighter than I remembered. It takes me back to my innocence. Walking over to the bed I sit Indian style hesitant to open my past. My hands rest on either side of the lid as I contemplate if I should open this Pandora’s box. Before I can second guess myself I rip it off and I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face.
My MASH book is on top. Mackenna and I had filled so many but this is the only one I kept. It was my last year with her. Flipping through the pages, Trent’s name fills every page. Mrs. Trent Basso is written on the cover, the back and I imagine pages in between. Picking up the book, I notice the loose-leaf paper under it. It has been folded and refolded at least ten times. I put it in my hands holding it against my heart. My eyes close remembering that day in the driveway when Mackenna handed it to me, saying it was a good one. When I drove away with my parents reading the MASH she gave me I was speechless. I wondered then as I am now, is there something as fate? Or is it all coincidence and luck of the draw?
A half hour later Gabe rings my doorbell. Since I took a trip down memory lane, my hair is wet. Pulled back in a ponytail and I threw on capris and a t-shirt with my favorite flip flops.
“I guess you don’t want to impress that Basso brother.” Ian smirks at me from the kitchen doorway as I walk by him.
I flip him off while snatching the granola bar from his hand.
“Hey Madgirl.” Gabe looks me up and down. I can’t tell if he is disgusted or pleased. “Hi Ian.” He waves walking into the house.
“Gabe.” I state. He is wearing a pair of khaki shorts with a tight fitting blue tee and a pair of sneakers. The shorts show off his muscular, long tanned legs. When he walks by me the tee shows off his tapered waist. I shake my head knowing I should not be thinking of Gabe nonetheless checking him out.
“You heading over with us, Ian?” Gabe asks him, making
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