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loved and kept up with their titles. There’s even a collection of movies set up on a shelf here of teen movies from the eighties because he remembered how much I enjoyed them. They’re all on DVD and Blue Ray so he’s been doing this recently.” She looked around the room as tears welled up again. “All those years that I wasn’t allowed to come home and he was doing all of this for me. I was such a brat and thought that he didn’t care and yet he did all of this.”
“You weren’t being a brat, Gina. You were a child who was put in the middle of a really sucky situation. How could you know that he was doing all of this for you? Why didn’t he just bring these things to you or send them to you as gifts?”
“My mother would have had a fit.”
Mac stood and began to pace. He remembered Gina’s mother; she wasn’t the warm and fuzzy type. Arthur would always play games with Mac and his brother s but Barbara Micelli often looked at them like they were nuisances; she didn’t want to interact with them and she certainly never did more than simply tolerate their presence for very short amounts of time. “Then shame on her,” he said roughly. “You were a child and you were entitled to do things that you enjoyed doing. That’s not a crime. What she did to you? Now that was a crime.”
“She was angry and hurt…”
“And it had nothing to do with you!” he interrupted. “If she wanted to be angry with your father for whatever she deemed his crime to be that’s one thing, but to take it out on you is irresponsible.” He almost kicked himself when he saw Gina wince. She was upset enough and didn’t need him yelling at her for things that were beyond her control.
He took a deep, steadying breath before speaking again. “So, what are you going to do with this stuff? We can move some of it over to the guest house if you’d like.”
She couldn’t have been more surprised if Mac had grown a second head right then and there. “Seriously? You’d help me do that?”
“Of course,” he said simply. “I think we can bring the easel and the paints and maybe just a couple of the canvas es to start. Then we can take the guitar and the cameras…” he looked around the room. “It looks like that’s a fairly new laptop over there and he’s probably loaded it with photo editing software so we can set up a workspace for you. There’s plenty of room.”
“You don’t think your parents will mind?”
Mac laughed. “Are you kidding me? They would be thrilled to know that you are using the space and doing something that you enjoy. Plus, you know your father would love knowing that you are using his gifts.”
What he said overwhelmed her in its sincerity. Unable to speak, she simply nodded and began to collect some items. Together they worked in silence to get the things that she wanted down the stairs and into their cars. Thirty minutes later it was dark out and they were ready to go.
“Have you eaten dinner?” he asked before Gina could climb into her car.
She looked at her watch. “Goodness, no. I didn’ t even realize how late it was! I’m so sorry! You must have missed dinner, too!”
“Not a problem. We did pizza last night, why don’t I grab us some burgers and meet you back at the guest house?”
“Are you sure? I feel bad about stealing two of your evenings. I’m sure you have better things to do than babysit me.”
With another woman
,
Mac might have thought that she was fishing for compliments but with Gina he knew that she was genuinely concerned with being a burden. He could smack both of her parents for making her feel that way. “You aren’t stealing my evenings. If anything, you’re saving me from myself.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
He smiled and walked over to his car. “We’ll discuss it over dinner.” Opening the door he climbed in and turned the key. He lowered the
“You weren’t being a brat, Gina. You were a child who was put in the middle of a really sucky situation. How could you know that he was doing all of this for you? Why didn’t he just bring these things to you or send them to you as gifts?”
“My mother would have had a fit.”
Mac stood and began to pace. He remembered Gina’s mother; she wasn’t the warm and fuzzy type. Arthur would always play games with Mac and his brother s but Barbara Micelli often looked at them like they were nuisances; she didn’t want to interact with them and she certainly never did more than simply tolerate their presence for very short amounts of time. “Then shame on her,” he said roughly. “You were a child and you were entitled to do things that you enjoyed doing. That’s not a crime. What she did to you? Now that was a crime.”
“She was angry and hurt…”
“And it had nothing to do with you!” he interrupted. “If she wanted to be angry with your father for whatever she deemed his crime to be that’s one thing, but to take it out on you is irresponsible.” He almost kicked himself when he saw Gina wince. She was upset enough and didn’t need him yelling at her for things that were beyond her control.
He took a deep, steadying breath before speaking again. “So, what are you going to do with this stuff? We can move some of it over to the guest house if you’d like.”
She couldn’t have been more surprised if Mac had grown a second head right then and there. “Seriously? You’d help me do that?”
“Of course,” he said simply. “I think we can bring the easel and the paints and maybe just a couple of the canvas es to start. Then we can take the guitar and the cameras…” he looked around the room. “It looks like that’s a fairly new laptop over there and he’s probably loaded it with photo editing software so we can set up a workspace for you. There’s plenty of room.”
“You don’t think your parents will mind?”
Mac laughed. “Are you kidding me? They would be thrilled to know that you are using the space and doing something that you enjoy. Plus, you know your father would love knowing that you are using his gifts.”
What he said overwhelmed her in its sincerity. Unable to speak, she simply nodded and began to collect some items. Together they worked in silence to get the things that she wanted down the stairs and into their cars. Thirty minutes later it was dark out and they were ready to go.
“Have you eaten dinner?” he asked before Gina could climb into her car.
She looked at her watch. “Goodness, no. I didn’ t even realize how late it was! I’m so sorry! You must have missed dinner, too!”
“Not a problem. We did pizza last night, why don’t I grab us some burgers and meet you back at the guest house?”
“Are you sure? I feel bad about stealing two of your evenings. I’m sure you have better things to do than babysit me.”
With another woman
,
Mac might have thought that she was fishing for compliments but with Gina he knew that she was genuinely concerned with being a burden. He could smack both of her parents for making her feel that way. “You aren’t stealing my evenings. If anything, you’re saving me from myself.”
“What exactly does that mean?”
He smiled and walked over to his car. “We’ll discuss it over dinner.” Opening the door he climbed in and turned the key. He lowered the
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