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his hand over her delicate muzzle, fingering the St. Christopher’s medallion. “I hope you don’t mind.”
My mother gave me that jewelry box for Christmas the year she died. The porcelain Dalmatian was Perdita from Disney. It had been my favorite movie as a little kid. She’d smiled in her quiet way as I pulled it out of the box. Never one to get too excited, she broke into a rare laugh when I jumped up and hugged her. Hugging me back, she’d said, “I love you, sweetie.” The poignant memory brought her face to mind, and I wished for the thousandth time that I resembled her in some way. Wishing didn’t make it so. We looked nothing alike; she had wavy black hair and grey eyes. She was tall and thin with small breasts. I was much shorter and had brown hair and blue eyes. Our faces weren’t even similar. Hers was oval; mine was heart shaped. Somehow I’d gotten the small breasts gene though.
Tomorrow was the first anniversary of her death. I swallowed and cleared my throat trying to stop the tears that wanted to come.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like her?”
I brushed a tear out of my eye but another took its place, and soon I was crying rivers. Without thinking, I turned against him and sobbed my heart out. He wrapped his arms around me and tentatively patted my back. After a few minutes, I stopped crying and realized something very warm was pressing up against my hip. I froze. What… Ohhhh. Should I move? Should I ignore it? I didn’t want to make a scene, but I wasn’t ready for that kind of comfort. I surreptitiously wiped my nose on his sweater.
A deep groan interrupted my thoughts. Angel shifted position to lie on her back with her legs in the air--against my hip. Her mouth hung open, teeth shining, tongue lolling to the side. If a dog could laugh… I rolled my eyes and mentally smacked my forehead. It was the dog ! Sean casually moved to put Angel between us, his posture wary as usual. My face was flushed with more than tears now. He burst out laughing and promptly bit his lip to stop.
“Sean. This dog is no angel. Look at her--she’s laughing at me! I’m giving her a new name as soon as I figure one out. And what’s with the medallion? Who puts those things on a dog?”
Relaxing the stiffness in his shoulders, he leaned towards me with a frown. The shadow of a beard accented his jaw, the outline of his lips. He was delicious. He was too serious.
Ignoring my lustful gaze, he answered seriously, “Don’t you believe in signs? In fate? In destiny?”
“Um, no, not really.”
“Maybe the medallion isn’t for her; maybe it was meant for you.”
I scoffed loftily, “That’s crazy talk. I don’t believe that. I don’t need protection. I’m doing a good job of protecting myself. It’s been months since I was attacked by any psycho people.”
He bent his face towards mine. I held my breath, parted my lips. A strange peacefulness settled over me. I leaned closer… any second now…
With his mouth hovering only inches away, he growled, “We are not in control of our destiny. Take all the help you can get.”
And then he left.
As I watched the door close behind him, I was marveling about three things. One, I somehow became a dog owner; two, my skin was still tingling where Sean had touched me; and three, twice today, he passed up a chance to kiss me. Not that I wanted him too, but still.
Journal Entry: 3 April
I’m sad tonight. Not depressed sad; just ordinary sad. Mom’s been gone a year now. God, it seems like yesterday. I don’t know where the time has gone. I miss her still. My heart aches. No one understands. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to remember her without this heaviness. Oh, Mom! I wish you were here now. I wish you could see me. I’m stronger than ever. I was so broken, but now I’m strong. I was fragile last year but now I’m taking charge of my own life. I’m not going to be a victim again!! No one will put me in that position. I will fight if I
My mother gave me that jewelry box for Christmas the year she died. The porcelain Dalmatian was Perdita from Disney. It had been my favorite movie as a little kid. She’d smiled in her quiet way as I pulled it out of the box. Never one to get too excited, she broke into a rare laugh when I jumped up and hugged her. Hugging me back, she’d said, “I love you, sweetie.” The poignant memory brought her face to mind, and I wished for the thousandth time that I resembled her in some way. Wishing didn’t make it so. We looked nothing alike; she had wavy black hair and grey eyes. She was tall and thin with small breasts. I was much shorter and had brown hair and blue eyes. Our faces weren’t even similar. Hers was oval; mine was heart shaped. Somehow I’d gotten the small breasts gene though.
Tomorrow was the first anniversary of her death. I swallowed and cleared my throat trying to stop the tears that wanted to come.
“What’s the matter? Don’t you like her?”
I brushed a tear out of my eye but another took its place, and soon I was crying rivers. Without thinking, I turned against him and sobbed my heart out. He wrapped his arms around me and tentatively patted my back. After a few minutes, I stopped crying and realized something very warm was pressing up against my hip. I froze. What… Ohhhh. Should I move? Should I ignore it? I didn’t want to make a scene, but I wasn’t ready for that kind of comfort. I surreptitiously wiped my nose on his sweater.
A deep groan interrupted my thoughts. Angel shifted position to lie on her back with her legs in the air--against my hip. Her mouth hung open, teeth shining, tongue lolling to the side. If a dog could laugh… I rolled my eyes and mentally smacked my forehead. It was the dog ! Sean casually moved to put Angel between us, his posture wary as usual. My face was flushed with more than tears now. He burst out laughing and promptly bit his lip to stop.
“Sean. This dog is no angel. Look at her--she’s laughing at me! I’m giving her a new name as soon as I figure one out. And what’s with the medallion? Who puts those things on a dog?”
Relaxing the stiffness in his shoulders, he leaned towards me with a frown. The shadow of a beard accented his jaw, the outline of his lips. He was delicious. He was too serious.
Ignoring my lustful gaze, he answered seriously, “Don’t you believe in signs? In fate? In destiny?”
“Um, no, not really.”
“Maybe the medallion isn’t for her; maybe it was meant for you.”
I scoffed loftily, “That’s crazy talk. I don’t believe that. I don’t need protection. I’m doing a good job of protecting myself. It’s been months since I was attacked by any psycho people.”
He bent his face towards mine. I held my breath, parted my lips. A strange peacefulness settled over me. I leaned closer… any second now…
With his mouth hovering only inches away, he growled, “We are not in control of our destiny. Take all the help you can get.”
And then he left.
As I watched the door close behind him, I was marveling about three things. One, I somehow became a dog owner; two, my skin was still tingling where Sean had touched me; and three, twice today, he passed up a chance to kiss me. Not that I wanted him too, but still.
Journal Entry: 3 April
I’m sad tonight. Not depressed sad; just ordinary sad. Mom’s been gone a year now. God, it seems like yesterday. I don’t know where the time has gone. I miss her still. My heart aches. No one understands. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to remember her without this heaviness. Oh, Mom! I wish you were here now. I wish you could see me. I’m stronger than ever. I was so broken, but now I’m strong. I was fragile last year but now I’m taking charge of my own life. I’m not going to be a victim again!! No one will put me in that position. I will fight if I
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