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apart.”
“I love you, you know that, right?”
“You too, girlie,” she said. “You too. And don’t worry, you’ll find someone one day. When you least expect it.”
“Yeah. I know. I just hope when it happens that I’ll be able to figure out whether I can trust him.”
“You know what your problem is?” she asked a second later.
“What?”
“Your parents.”
I bristled at her words, and I had a hundred defences ready on my tongue. Maybe they could be overbearing and oppressive at times, but my parents were the best.
She laughed. “Don’t get your knickers in a knot. It’s just that they’re this perfect couple. They’ve set the bar far too high for you. Given you unrealistic expectations.”
Her parents were the exact opposite. Without me and my parents there through her senior years at high school, her parents’ lessons would have taught her to fight hard, fuck hard, and hope that you made it out alive. Her mum was an example of what might have become of Dad if he hadn’t given up the alcohol for Mum and me—an empty husk of a human, able to walk and talk, but not feel or love.
“Maybe,” I conceded Angel’s point, “but that doesn’t mean I want to be some pussy for hire down at the local track either.”
“My dear, I pity anyone who tries to use you as a pussy for hire.”
THE JOURNEY over the Pacific was pretty uneventful. Angel and I watched a few movies, including laughing along together at the ridiculous plot of some cheesy romance movie, and then we tried to get some sleep. She found it easier than I did because of the tablets she washed down. Between Dad’s stories, the amount of medication I’d been on over the years, and wanting to be careful with my brother’s gift, I wasn’t overly keen on using any medicinal sleeping aid. I had some in my bag just in case, but I was content to close my eyes and listen to the music on my phone instead.
When we landed in LA, it was early that same morning; four hours before we’d taken off, in fact.
“Look at us,” Angel said with a laugh as we waited by the baggage carousel. “Put us together long enough and we can achieve anything. Even time travel.”
An hour later, we’d fought our way through the terminal with our baggage and headed to find a taxi to take us to our first destination—the one place we would be together during the trip, at least until New York and the flights back home.
The first part of our trip was a gift from my parents actually—a week-long stay at Disneyland. I think it was Dad’s way of reminding me that even though I was out of the country on my own, I was still his little girl.
And always would be.
“SO GIRLIE, are you enjoying the freedom of the trip so far?”
I chuckled. “It’s been all of . . .” I glanced at the clock on the bedside table of the hotel. “Seven hours, Angel. I think I need a little more time to decide whether I enjoy my freedom.”
All we’d managed to achieve so far was a taxi ride to the hotel, a shower each, getting some food—in the form of Mickey Mouse shaped waffles from the themed restaurant downstairs—and settling into our hotel room. That included an argument over who would take which of the two queen-size beds. We managed to settle it by agreeing to share the one we both wanted—the one closest to the window.
She threw herself onto the bed, rested her hands behind her head, and crossed her legs at the ankles. “Well, I have to admit it was nice not having everyone flock around us, chasing a piece of the great Phoebe Reede.”
She winked, no doubt trying to temper her words and show me she wasn’t completely serious. Still, there was enough truth in her statement to cause my stomach to twist with excitement. There hadn’t anyone here asking about Dad, trying to get my autograph, or expect anything of me. It was refreshing.
I climbed onto the bed and curled in beside Angel, tucking my head against her shoulder. “You know what, my Angel.
“I love you, you know that, right?”
“You too, girlie,” she said. “You too. And don’t worry, you’ll find someone one day. When you least expect it.”
“Yeah. I know. I just hope when it happens that I’ll be able to figure out whether I can trust him.”
“You know what your problem is?” she asked a second later.
“What?”
“Your parents.”
I bristled at her words, and I had a hundred defences ready on my tongue. Maybe they could be overbearing and oppressive at times, but my parents were the best.
She laughed. “Don’t get your knickers in a knot. It’s just that they’re this perfect couple. They’ve set the bar far too high for you. Given you unrealistic expectations.”
Her parents were the exact opposite. Without me and my parents there through her senior years at high school, her parents’ lessons would have taught her to fight hard, fuck hard, and hope that you made it out alive. Her mum was an example of what might have become of Dad if he hadn’t given up the alcohol for Mum and me—an empty husk of a human, able to walk and talk, but not feel or love.
“Maybe,” I conceded Angel’s point, “but that doesn’t mean I want to be some pussy for hire down at the local track either.”
“My dear, I pity anyone who tries to use you as a pussy for hire.”
THE JOURNEY over the Pacific was pretty uneventful. Angel and I watched a few movies, including laughing along together at the ridiculous plot of some cheesy romance movie, and then we tried to get some sleep. She found it easier than I did because of the tablets she washed down. Between Dad’s stories, the amount of medication I’d been on over the years, and wanting to be careful with my brother’s gift, I wasn’t overly keen on using any medicinal sleeping aid. I had some in my bag just in case, but I was content to close my eyes and listen to the music on my phone instead.
When we landed in LA, it was early that same morning; four hours before we’d taken off, in fact.
“Look at us,” Angel said with a laugh as we waited by the baggage carousel. “Put us together long enough and we can achieve anything. Even time travel.”
An hour later, we’d fought our way through the terminal with our baggage and headed to find a taxi to take us to our first destination—the one place we would be together during the trip, at least until New York and the flights back home.
The first part of our trip was a gift from my parents actually—a week-long stay at Disneyland. I think it was Dad’s way of reminding me that even though I was out of the country on my own, I was still his little girl.
And always would be.
“SO GIRLIE, are you enjoying the freedom of the trip so far?”
I chuckled. “It’s been all of . . .” I glanced at the clock on the bedside table of the hotel. “Seven hours, Angel. I think I need a little more time to decide whether I enjoy my freedom.”
All we’d managed to achieve so far was a taxi ride to the hotel, a shower each, getting some food—in the form of Mickey Mouse shaped waffles from the themed restaurant downstairs—and settling into our hotel room. That included an argument over who would take which of the two queen-size beds. We managed to settle it by agreeing to share the one we both wanted—the one closest to the window.
She threw herself onto the bed, rested her hands behind her head, and crossed her legs at the ankles. “Well, I have to admit it was nice not having everyone flock around us, chasing a piece of the great Phoebe Reede.”
She winked, no doubt trying to temper her words and show me she wasn’t completely serious. Still, there was enough truth in her statement to cause my stomach to twist with excitement. There hadn’t anyone here asking about Dad, trying to get my autograph, or expect anything of me. It was refreshing.
I climbed onto the bed and curled in beside Angel, tucking my head against her shoulder. “You know what, my Angel.
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