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Tell him I said hi ,” she prodded.
“Mae says hi ,” I dutifully reported.
“Tell that wonderful woman that I miss her and her excellent culinary skills. Tell her to send a care package to me . . . or better yet, drive it down here!”
I looked back at Mae, “He says your cooking is lousy.”
“WHAT? I DID NOT!” he howled into the phone, loud enough so Mae could easily hear. She just laughed and waved a dishtowel at me, continuing to clean the wine glasses. She had so many glasses out I was wondering if she was planning on getting everyone hammered.
I placed the last ladyfinger carefully in the pan, knowing that the only people who’d actually be eating were Ana, Mae, and me. We were going to have enough leftovers to feed the whole neighborhood.
I left Mae to her glasses and headed into the living room talking to MJ as I walked. “So Ana dragged us to Nauset yesterday so the guys could surf, even though there was a snow storm. Are ya jealous?” I asked, knowing MJ loved to surf.
He snorted, “Not likely. I went surfing too, the only difference was I could wear my swim trunks and not freeze to death. Eighty-eight degrees Chicky! And the women . . . I don’t even think those strings they were wearing could be classified as swimwear!”
“You can stop right there, thanks. I get the gist.” I flopped into the sofa and kicked my feet up onto the coffee table. “Did you get to check on Cerberus?”
“Kian’s elaborate dinghy? Yeah, yeah – not sure he could put it at a more snooty marina though. I nearly got tossed on my ass when I got to the gate. Tell him that down here, Cerberus is far from the biggest fish in the sea. I think I even saw Usher!”
“You did not see Usher. You’re hallucinating.” I laughed.
“I am not! Just make sure you tell Kian about his boat or he will start hounding me.”
I shifted forward on the couch, the stress of today starting to weasel its way back into my body. “So, uh, listen. I can’t actually find Kian right now.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
“Seriously? Where did he go?”
I sighed and filled MJ in on what had happened. He listened intently, never once interrupting me, which NEVER happens. Finally I heard him take a deep breath.
“I’ll call him,” he said, in a determined voice.
“He won’t answer.”
“He will for me.”
I sighed, feeling less than optimistic. “Hey MJ – there’s one other thing. He called he r Pi x . It seemed to freak her out a bit. Do you have any clue what that was about?”
The silence on the phone felt endless as I waited for MJ’s reply. Finally his voice breathed through the wireless connection, “Yeah, I know what it’s about. I gotta go. Love you, Eila. Tell Ana I will be home soon and I miss her.”
“I will – love ya too,” I replied as the call disconnected, feeling totally left out of whatever was really said between Kian and Ana.
About an hour before we were to have dinner, Kian returned. He gave us all the briefest of greetings and went straight up the stairs to Ana’s room. Raef and I heard the door open and close and then nothing.
Curiosity was going to kill me.
Thirty minutes later Kian and Ana walked into the dining room. While the light hadn’t returned to her eyes, her mood did seem better. She had pulled herself together, probably with the help of Kian, and was ready to rejoin us. Rather than make some emotional scene of hugging her, I offered her a pile of plates. “Help me set the table?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied and took the dishware. I gathered up other table items and the boys asked if they could help. Mae set them to various tasks and soon the kitchen and dining rooms were a hum of voices, laughter, and the rich scent of Thanksgiving.
A knock on the door a short time later alerted me that Christian had probably arrived. Why Mae had to invite him was beyond me, but I sucked it up and tried to be a gracious host. The reality was
“Mae says hi ,” I dutifully reported.
“Tell that wonderful woman that I miss her and her excellent culinary skills. Tell her to send a care package to me . . . or better yet, drive it down here!”
I looked back at Mae, “He says your cooking is lousy.”
“WHAT? I DID NOT!” he howled into the phone, loud enough so Mae could easily hear. She just laughed and waved a dishtowel at me, continuing to clean the wine glasses. She had so many glasses out I was wondering if she was planning on getting everyone hammered.
I placed the last ladyfinger carefully in the pan, knowing that the only people who’d actually be eating were Ana, Mae, and me. We were going to have enough leftovers to feed the whole neighborhood.
I left Mae to her glasses and headed into the living room talking to MJ as I walked. “So Ana dragged us to Nauset yesterday so the guys could surf, even though there was a snow storm. Are ya jealous?” I asked, knowing MJ loved to surf.
He snorted, “Not likely. I went surfing too, the only difference was I could wear my swim trunks and not freeze to death. Eighty-eight degrees Chicky! And the women . . . I don’t even think those strings they were wearing could be classified as swimwear!”
“You can stop right there, thanks. I get the gist.” I flopped into the sofa and kicked my feet up onto the coffee table. “Did you get to check on Cerberus?”
“Kian’s elaborate dinghy? Yeah, yeah – not sure he could put it at a more snooty marina though. I nearly got tossed on my ass when I got to the gate. Tell him that down here, Cerberus is far from the biggest fish in the sea. I think I even saw Usher!”
“You did not see Usher. You’re hallucinating.” I laughed.
“I am not! Just make sure you tell Kian about his boat or he will start hounding me.”
I shifted forward on the couch, the stress of today starting to weasel its way back into my body. “So, uh, listen. I can’t actually find Kian right now.” There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
“Seriously? Where did he go?”
I sighed and filled MJ in on what had happened. He listened intently, never once interrupting me, which NEVER happens. Finally I heard him take a deep breath.
“I’ll call him,” he said, in a determined voice.
“He won’t answer.”
“He will for me.”
I sighed, feeling less than optimistic. “Hey MJ – there’s one other thing. He called he r Pi x . It seemed to freak her out a bit. Do you have any clue what that was about?”
The silence on the phone felt endless as I waited for MJ’s reply. Finally his voice breathed through the wireless connection, “Yeah, I know what it’s about. I gotta go. Love you, Eila. Tell Ana I will be home soon and I miss her.”
“I will – love ya too,” I replied as the call disconnected, feeling totally left out of whatever was really said between Kian and Ana.
About an hour before we were to have dinner, Kian returned. He gave us all the briefest of greetings and went straight up the stairs to Ana’s room. Raef and I heard the door open and close and then nothing.
Curiosity was going to kill me.
Thirty minutes later Kian and Ana walked into the dining room. While the light hadn’t returned to her eyes, her mood did seem better. She had pulled herself together, probably with the help of Kian, and was ready to rejoin us. Rather than make some emotional scene of hugging her, I offered her a pile of plates. “Help me set the table?” I asked.
“Sure,” she replied and took the dishware. I gathered up other table items and the boys asked if they could help. Mae set them to various tasks and soon the kitchen and dining rooms were a hum of voices, laughter, and the rich scent of Thanksgiving.
A knock on the door a short time later alerted me that Christian had probably arrived. Why Mae had to invite him was beyond me, but I sucked it up and tried to be a gracious host. The reality was
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