Read Online Rum Spring by Yolanda Wallace - Free Book Online

and I couldn’t hear myself think. I returned to the life I knew best. The only life I will ever know.”
    “If you had the chance to make the choice again, would you make the same one?”
    “The decision you will have to make is yours and yours alone. Don’t live your life based on what I would or would not do. Live your life, Rebecca, not mine.”
    Rebecca had long admired her uncle. She wanted to be like him in every way—kind, gentle, understanding. Would she also be as he was now—alone with no one to love?
    Dylan poked her head into the projection room. “What film are you showing?”
    “Typical summer blockbuster,” Willie Sgoda replied with a shrug. “Lots of car chases, explosions, and bad dialogue.”
    Dylan tilted the book in Willie’s hands so she could read the title. “That explains why you’re so riveted on A Tale of Two Cities. ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.’”
    Willie used her finger to mark the page she was reading and closed her book. “Speaking of the best of times, how was your weekend with Rebecca?”
    “It started out inauspiciously. We went to a hoedown, she got blitzed, and she nearly threw up on me.”
    “Sounds romantic.”
    “It wasn’t so bad. We went back to my house and talked things out. Then I stayed up half the night watching her sleep.” Dylan checked her watch to see how much of her fifteen-minute break remained. Ten minutes. Plenty of time. She pulled up a chair and sat next to Willie.
    “At any point in the evening, did you take the time to tell Rebecca you’re a card-carrying lesbian?”
    “I haven’t done anything to earn my card yet. I’m still a big old virgin just like you.”
    “Speak for yourself.”
    “Are you trying to tell me you finally made it with the Anderson twins?”
    “No, but it’s just a matter of time.”
    “Right. To answer your question, yes, I told Rebecca that I’m a lesbian. I did that before the evening started, thank you very much. I wanted her to know what she was getting into.”
    “And that you wanted to get into her?”
    “I’ll be so happy when you finally grow out of your adolescent phase.”
    “Coming soon to a theater near you. What happened when you told Rebecca? Did she run screaming for the hills? Or is it the farm?”
    “Neither one.”
    “She was okay with it?”
    “She was more than okay. She kissed me.”
    “Shut up. She kissed you? On the lips?”
    “More than once.”
    “Are we talking a ‘Hello, how are you?’ kind of kiss or a ‘Hey, sailor’ kind of kiss?”
    “It was more like an ‘I think I like you but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing’ kind of kiss.”
    Willie nodded in commiseration. “Yeah, that’s usually the kind I get. So is she going to see you again or is her science experiment over?”
    “We’ve made a date for next weekend to see the Phillies play the Dodgers. Dad bought the tickets this morning. He got great seats, too. Close to Harry the K’s restaurant with a clear view of the field.”
    “You bitch. I hate you.”
    “I was going to say I popped for an extra ticket and you could come with if you want, but—”
    “I love you, Mahoney.”
    “You say that to all the girls.”
    “Isn’t that what horny teenage bois are supposed to do? But, seriously, D. I hope you know what you’re doing. Please tell me you’re just having a good time and there are no thoughts of fairy-tale endings running around that head of yours.”
    Dylan patted the whirring projector. “We’re in the movie business, Willie. Don’t you believe in happily ever after?”
    “Tobias is here,” Rebecca’s mother said, looking out the front window. “Look, Papa. See how clean his horse and buggy are. He reminds me of you when you were his age.”
    Her father moved his pipe from one side of his mouth to the other. He held a lit match over the pipe’s bowl and inhaled until the tobacco began to emit a steady stream of smoke. “I certainly hope not.” He blew out