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Ianni said about Lillith as she chewed a piece of Italian bread. We sat in silence for a little while, neither one saying anything. I waited to see what she had to say about my admission about Landon. I had told her my feelings. I was immensely guilty for feeling anything towards him. I just wanted to love one person, not two.
Finally , she broke the silence. “I think it’s a blessing that you saw that little girl. What was it like?”
“T o be honest, it hurt,” I answered. She nodded and took another bite of bread.
“It’s not what you’re used to, Avery. I do not foresee it ever happening again. But it’s pretty amazing.” She smiled and looked at the people around us having regular conversations.
“So how is work?” I asked to change the subject.
“It’s good, thanks for asking. I think I may like someone there,” she said as her cheeks reddened, a beautiful blush spreading across her face. She had started her job, and selfish me was so wrapped up in my own drama I hadn’t asked her about it.
“Like as in you think he’s cute?” I teased.
“Yes, he is cute. His name is Beau ,” she squealed. “Avery, everything about him is wonderful.” I remembered him from the opening night of the restaurant. He was not much taller than Ianni. His dark hair was buzzed close to his head, but his eyes drew you in. They were a very dark brown.
“I remember him , Ianni. Very good taste,” I said, raising my wine glass to her.
“It’s all well and good, but I don’t suppose he would want anything to do with me.” She frowned and threw her bread back on the plate.
“Are you kidding me? You are one of the most beautiful girls I know,” I told her. “He would be a fool to pass you up. Either that or he’s gay.”
“Avery!” she exclaimed, giggling.
We finished the night with ice cream and walked home, needing to walk off the millions of calories we had just eaten. On the walk there Ianni was quiet.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked as I licked my chocolate cone.
“Just thinking about how different things are now. I never thought my life as a human could be this good.” She looped her arm in mine. I was a very lucky girl to be surrounded by all these wonderful people. I had no complaints.
When I got home I returned the five missed calls from my dad and filled him in on the basic things in my life. “How is Dallas,” he asked. I purposely talked about work to avoid relationship conversations. My dad wasn’t the best source for advice. His wife, Rachel, had left him last year and taken my half-sister, Cora, with her to Italy. Cora didn’t even know about me. There was a part of me that really wanted to meet her, but I didn’t know if I would ever get the chance. Dad told me he deserved to be alone. He told me how tough his relationship with Rachel was. I didn’t really care for her; she came into my family and broke up my parents. If I ever had to meet her, I think I would slap her.
“Dallas is fine, D ad. Everyone is doing really well,” I assured him.
“Well , I hear from your Aunt Pauline that his restaurant is taking off. That’s good news, right?”
“Wait , you talked to Aunt Paul?” My aunt, Aunt Paul as I call her, raised me. She was there after my mom died and when my dad wasn’t around. I was surprised that she would even talk to my dad.
“Avery, Pauline isn’t holding a grudge any longer. We have worked things out,” he informed me. While I was happy that they no longer hated each other, it felt wrong. All my life I hear d how my dad didn’t deserve my love … told to me by my aunt. I never blamed her for hating my dad, but now I guess they were friends.
“That’s good to hear, I suppose.”
“It is good, honey. I promise. Anytime that two people can see past their differences and become friends is a good thing.” I was happy to hear his words of wisdom. I hoped that it lasted.
After we hung up with each other I called my Aunt Pauline, who
Finally , she broke the silence. “I think it’s a blessing that you saw that little girl. What was it like?”
“T o be honest, it hurt,” I answered. She nodded and took another bite of bread.
“It’s not what you’re used to, Avery. I do not foresee it ever happening again. But it’s pretty amazing.” She smiled and looked at the people around us having regular conversations.
“So how is work?” I asked to change the subject.
“It’s good, thanks for asking. I think I may like someone there,” she said as her cheeks reddened, a beautiful blush spreading across her face. She had started her job, and selfish me was so wrapped up in my own drama I hadn’t asked her about it.
“Like as in you think he’s cute?” I teased.
“Yes, he is cute. His name is Beau ,” she squealed. “Avery, everything about him is wonderful.” I remembered him from the opening night of the restaurant. He was not much taller than Ianni. His dark hair was buzzed close to his head, but his eyes drew you in. They were a very dark brown.
“I remember him , Ianni. Very good taste,” I said, raising my wine glass to her.
“It’s all well and good, but I don’t suppose he would want anything to do with me.” She frowned and threw her bread back on the plate.
“Are you kidding me? You are one of the most beautiful girls I know,” I told her. “He would be a fool to pass you up. Either that or he’s gay.”
“Avery!” she exclaimed, giggling.
We finished the night with ice cream and walked home, needing to walk off the millions of calories we had just eaten. On the walk there Ianni was quiet.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked as I licked my chocolate cone.
“Just thinking about how different things are now. I never thought my life as a human could be this good.” She looped her arm in mine. I was a very lucky girl to be surrounded by all these wonderful people. I had no complaints.
When I got home I returned the five missed calls from my dad and filled him in on the basic things in my life. “How is Dallas,” he asked. I purposely talked about work to avoid relationship conversations. My dad wasn’t the best source for advice. His wife, Rachel, had left him last year and taken my half-sister, Cora, with her to Italy. Cora didn’t even know about me. There was a part of me that really wanted to meet her, but I didn’t know if I would ever get the chance. Dad told me he deserved to be alone. He told me how tough his relationship with Rachel was. I didn’t really care for her; she came into my family and broke up my parents. If I ever had to meet her, I think I would slap her.
“Dallas is fine, D ad. Everyone is doing really well,” I assured him.
“Well , I hear from your Aunt Pauline that his restaurant is taking off. That’s good news, right?”
“Wait , you talked to Aunt Paul?” My aunt, Aunt Paul as I call her, raised me. She was there after my mom died and when my dad wasn’t around. I was surprised that she would even talk to my dad.
“Avery, Pauline isn’t holding a grudge any longer. We have worked things out,” he informed me. While I was happy that they no longer hated each other, it felt wrong. All my life I hear d how my dad didn’t deserve my love … told to me by my aunt. I never blamed her for hating my dad, but now I guess they were friends.
“That’s good to hear, I suppose.”
“It is good, honey. I promise. Anytime that two people can see past their differences and become friends is a good thing.” I was happy to hear his words of wisdom. I hoped that it lasted.
After we hung up with each other I called my Aunt Pauline, who
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