there for him when he needed someone
that cared.”
“So, you still
care about him, then?” she asked me, her eyes surveying me.
I sighed.
“I’m always going to care about him, Daisy. He was the first guy I was ever
with, and he was one of my best friends before that.” She kept looking at me,
taking long sips of her tea. We sat in silence for a moment. “What? Why are
you looking at me like that?”
“Because there
is more to it than that. There is something you aren’t telling me.”
“What are you
talking about?”
“Well, to
quote you, ‘you are my sister. I still know you better than you think I do’,”
she said. Touché, Daisy.
I rolled my
eyes and sighed. “It’s nothing, really. He was getting ready to leave, and I
just blurted out that we should hang out together tomorrow, and then he invited
me to lunch.”
Daisy smiled
at me. “Lunch, huh? That’s a day date, you know,” she mocked, throwing my
words back at me. “Where?”
“I don’t know
yet, he’s supposed to call me in the morning to pick a place.”
She took
another long drink from her tea, eyes on me. “Can I ask you something?”
Like
permission to ask a question has stopped her before. “Sure.”
“If it was no
big deal, why did you not want to tell me? I mean, after all, it’s just
lunch.”
“True, but I
didn’t want anyone making something out of it. You know how people in this
town can be, and how fast something like this would get around. It would get
back to Mama and Daddy, and I don’t want them having false hope that I might
move back home. I am just meeting an old friend to eat and to catch up,” I
said. Just an old friend. An old, intoxicating, and incredibly sexy friend. “Can
we please just drop it?”
“Alright. I
just hope he doesn’t call you while we are having breakfast with Violet. She
will explode with joy,” Daisy laughed. “She might even try to convince you two
to have a double wedding with her and Evan.”
I rolled my
eyes and laughed along with her. As we sat there chatting more about our
lives, a comforting feeling swept over me. It was so nice to sit here in
Mama’s kitchen, sharing a late night cup of tea with my sister. I never really
let myself think about anything else but my career, and sitting here now I know
that if I had, I would have gotten homesick. I really had missed this place.
Chapter 6
Butterflies
The
next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and warm scones. I felt so groggy.
I blinked my eyes a few times, adjusting to the light streaming in through the
window. It took me a minute to realize I was on one of the couches in the
living room, covered up by a soft tan fleece blanket. Why was I on the couch?
When my eyes scanned the room, I saw a pillow and crumpled blanket on the other
couch, and I remembered, Daisy and I decided to sleep down here. We had stayed
up most of the night talking and never went back upstairs. Slowly, I sat up,
and winced when I did. My arms and legs were stiff from lying in the same
position all night. I must be getting old. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Mama peek her head out of the kitchen. “Good mornin’, honey. I just made a
fresh pot of coffee, you want some?”
I smiled at
her, and yawned. “Sure, Mama, that sounds great,” I said, standing up and
walking toward the kitchen. “Where’s Dais?”
“When I came
down, she had just gone to the bathroom.”
“Oh, okay.
So, how did you sleep last night?”
“Just
wonderful, honey. I was surprised
that cared.”
“So, you still
care about him, then?” she asked me, her eyes surveying me.
I sighed.
“I’m always going to care about him, Daisy. He was the first guy I was ever
with, and he was one of my best friends before that.” She kept looking at me,
taking long sips of her tea. We sat in silence for a moment. “What? Why are
you looking at me like that?”
“Because there
is more to it than that. There is something you aren’t telling me.”
“What are you
talking about?”
“Well, to
quote you, ‘you are my sister. I still know you better than you think I do’,”
she said. Touché, Daisy.
I rolled my
eyes and sighed. “It’s nothing, really. He was getting ready to leave, and I
just blurted out that we should hang out together tomorrow, and then he invited
me to lunch.”
Daisy smiled
at me. “Lunch, huh? That’s a day date, you know,” she mocked, throwing my
words back at me. “Where?”
“I don’t know
yet, he’s supposed to call me in the morning to pick a place.”
She took
another long drink from her tea, eyes on me. “Can I ask you something?”
Like
permission to ask a question has stopped her before. “Sure.”
“If it was no
big deal, why did you not want to tell me? I mean, after all, it’s just
lunch.”
“True, but I
didn’t want anyone making something out of it. You know how people in this
town can be, and how fast something like this would get around. It would get
back to Mama and Daddy, and I don’t want them having false hope that I might
move back home. I am just meeting an old friend to eat and to catch up,” I
said. Just an old friend. An old, intoxicating, and incredibly sexy friend. “Can
we please just drop it?”
“Alright. I
just hope he doesn’t call you while we are having breakfast with Violet. She
will explode with joy,” Daisy laughed. “She might even try to convince you two
to have a double wedding with her and Evan.”
I rolled my
eyes and laughed along with her. As we sat there chatting more about our
lives, a comforting feeling swept over me. It was so nice to sit here in
Mama’s kitchen, sharing a late night cup of tea with my sister. I never really
let myself think about anything else but my career, and sitting here now I know
that if I had, I would have gotten homesick. I really had missed this place.
Chapter 6
Butterflies
The
next morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee and warm scones. I felt so groggy.
I blinked my eyes a few times, adjusting to the light streaming in through the
window. It took me a minute to realize I was on one of the couches in the
living room, covered up by a soft tan fleece blanket. Why was I on the couch?
When my eyes scanned the room, I saw a pillow and crumpled blanket on the other
couch, and I remembered, Daisy and I decided to sleep down here. We had stayed
up most of the night talking and never went back upstairs. Slowly, I sat up,
and winced when I did. My arms and legs were stiff from lying in the same
position all night. I must be getting old. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw
Mama peek her head out of the kitchen. “Good mornin’, honey. I just made a
fresh pot of coffee, you want some?”
I smiled at
her, and yawned. “Sure, Mama, that sounds great,” I said, standing up and
walking toward the kitchen. “Where’s Dais?”
“When I came
down, she had just gone to the bathroom.”
“Oh, okay.
So, how did you sleep last night?”
“Just
wonderful, honey. I was surprised
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