doted on the young people of our
town. However, he always told me he had a soft spot in his heart for the
Harrington girls. He was one of the people in my life that encouraged me to go
into culinary, telling me often I had a talent for it. He taught me so much
about food, and I have carried his advice with me ever since then. “Oh my, yes.
It will be wonderful to see Mr. Grady again. Besides, no matter how hard I try,
I have never been able to make my apple cinnamon pancakes taste like his. That
sounds great.”
“Great, should
be meet around nine or so?
“Nine sounds
good,” I said, and then instantly regretted it. Nine in the morning here is
like six in California. No wonder I didn’t feel tired.
“All right,
then. It’s a date. I’ll see you in the morning. So glad that you are home,
Lil,” she said, hugging me.
“Thanks, I am
too. And, Evan, it was great to meet you,” I said, giving him a quick hug.
“It was my
pleasure, Lilly. We will see you all soon,” he said. They got their coats,
and walked out the front door. And then there were the four of us.
“So, Daisy,” I
started, “are you heading out too?”
“Ah, no. My
apartment building has had some plumbing issues lately, so I’m staying here
until it’s livable. Looks like we are neighbors again,” she said. Daisy’s
room was next door to mine.
Mama came up
and hugged us both around the arms. “My girls. Here again. I don’t even want
a Christmas present, ‘cause I got what I wished for.” We hugged her back.
After Mama and
Daddy had gone to bed, I took a shower and got dressed in my pajamas. I wore a
pair of black shorts with a dusty rose pink lace pattern on them, and the
camisole that matched. I thought a hot shower would make me feel more tired,
but I was wrong. I was too keyed up to sleep. I can’t believe that I acted
the way I did around Luke. I mean, I didn’t make a fool of myself or anything
like that, but it wasn’t like me to be nervous around a man, even if it was
Luke. It must be something in the air around here. I think the thing that
made me the most uncomfortable was the fact that I didn’t feel that
uncomfortable at all. I really thought that it would be a lot harder to fall
back into my life here after being gone so long, but it wasn’t. Everything here
felt so right and complete, and that bothered me. After trying to get
comfortable for thirty minutes, I decided to go downstairs and look for a book
to read. Something good and boring that would make me sleepy. Maybe one of
Daddy’s medical journals. As soon as I walked out of my bedroom, I met up with
Daisy in the hallway.
“Couldn’t
sleep either?” I asked.
“No, actually
I was just sleeping so great, I just thought I’d get up and try it in the
kitchen,” she said, playfully shoving me. “I was going to make some tea, do
you want some?”
“Sure, I’ll
help you,” I said, and we walked down the stairs. I decided to break the ice
about the collective men in our lives. “So, you and Jack again?”
“What? No way,” Daisy protested.
“Oh come on,
Daisy. I know I haven’t been home in a while, but you are my sister. I still
know you better than you think I do. Tell me about it,” I said as we walked
into the kitchen.
Daisy sighed
and shook her head. She didn’t say anything and grabbed Mama’s teapot, poured
water into it, and set it on the stove. Finally, when she ran out of things to
do to distract her, she sat down at the kitchen table. “It started about four
months ago,” she admitted, and I immediately sat
town. However, he always told me he had a soft spot in his heart for the
Harrington girls. He was one of the people in my life that encouraged me to go
into culinary, telling me often I had a talent for it. He taught me so much
about food, and I have carried his advice with me ever since then. “Oh my, yes.
It will be wonderful to see Mr. Grady again. Besides, no matter how hard I try,
I have never been able to make my apple cinnamon pancakes taste like his. That
sounds great.”
“Great, should
be meet around nine or so?
“Nine sounds
good,” I said, and then instantly regretted it. Nine in the morning here is
like six in California. No wonder I didn’t feel tired.
“All right,
then. It’s a date. I’ll see you in the morning. So glad that you are home,
Lil,” she said, hugging me.
“Thanks, I am
too. And, Evan, it was great to meet you,” I said, giving him a quick hug.
“It was my
pleasure, Lilly. We will see you all soon,” he said. They got their coats,
and walked out the front door. And then there were the four of us.
“So, Daisy,” I
started, “are you heading out too?”
“Ah, no. My
apartment building has had some plumbing issues lately, so I’m staying here
until it’s livable. Looks like we are neighbors again,” she said. Daisy’s
room was next door to mine.
Mama came up
and hugged us both around the arms. “My girls. Here again. I don’t even want
a Christmas present, ‘cause I got what I wished for.” We hugged her back.
After Mama and
Daddy had gone to bed, I took a shower and got dressed in my pajamas. I wore a
pair of black shorts with a dusty rose pink lace pattern on them, and the
camisole that matched. I thought a hot shower would make me feel more tired,
but I was wrong. I was too keyed up to sleep. I can’t believe that I acted
the way I did around Luke. I mean, I didn’t make a fool of myself or anything
like that, but it wasn’t like me to be nervous around a man, even if it was
Luke. It must be something in the air around here. I think the thing that
made me the most uncomfortable was the fact that I didn’t feel that
uncomfortable at all. I really thought that it would be a lot harder to fall
back into my life here after being gone so long, but it wasn’t. Everything here
felt so right and complete, and that bothered me. After trying to get
comfortable for thirty minutes, I decided to go downstairs and look for a book
to read. Something good and boring that would make me sleepy. Maybe one of
Daddy’s medical journals. As soon as I walked out of my bedroom, I met up with
Daisy in the hallway.
“Couldn’t
sleep either?” I asked.
“No, actually
I was just sleeping so great, I just thought I’d get up and try it in the
kitchen,” she said, playfully shoving me. “I was going to make some tea, do
you want some?”
“Sure, I’ll
help you,” I said, and we walked down the stairs. I decided to break the ice
about the collective men in our lives. “So, you and Jack again?”
“What? No way,” Daisy protested.
“Oh come on,
Daisy. I know I haven’t been home in a while, but you are my sister. I still
know you better than you think I do. Tell me about it,” I said as we walked
into the kitchen.
Daisy sighed
and shook her head. She didn’t say anything and grabbed Mama’s teapot, poured
water into it, and set it on the stove. Finally, when she ran out of things to
do to distract her, she sat down at the kitchen table. “It started about four
months ago,” she admitted, and I immediately sat
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