Simone (The Ciprianos of Kellington Book 2) by Jamallah Bergman Page B

not?”
    “Because I am your
brother and I say so that’s why. Listen Delia, I know we’ve all been good
friends over the years but I just think that you don’t need to confuse things
between the two of you.”
    “What in the hell are
you talking about? Nothing you are saying is making sense at all.”
    “Just stay away from
him, Delia. Out of all the things we’ve been through together, I’ve never asked
you to do anything for me. But this I want you to do. I don’t want anybody to
get hurt, especially not you.”
    “You’re still not
making a lick of sense. How in the world can Simone hurt me?”
    He never did answer her
question which probably made Delia even madder than she already was. It would
be the first time in years that they would argue but he knew it only made her
want answers to her questions.
    Chapter Seven

 
 
    Work really did put a
damper on her mood when she got there on Monday. After their goodbyes that
morning, Delia still wanted Andrew to tell her what the hell was wrong with her
talking with Simone.
    “Do you want some tea?”
asked Jaslyn
    “Let me ask you a
question. Why would someone not want another person they’ve known most of their
life to not be around another person for?” Delia asked Jaslyn as the look in
her friend’s eyes made her suspicious.
    She knew something.
    “Spill it, Jaslyn, I
know that look in your eye.” Delia demanded.
    “What in the hell are
you talking about, Delia? I was over here thinking about how to answer that
question you gave me.”
    Breathing a heavy sigh,
Delia shook off what she’d said. “I’m sorry but it’s just that I don’t
understand why my brother doesn’t want me around Simone.”
    “That was pretty weird,
especially when I noticed how Ren and Andrew both got quiet when you invited
Simone to go see the double feature. I asked Ren why he was acting so weird. He
told me that I wouldn’t understand and we just left it at that.” Jaslyn poured
some tea into a cup as Delia got some sugar from the bowl.
    “Well, I can’t keep
dwelling on that much longer otherwise it will consume me. Plus, I have to deal
with Rodger’s mom for lunch.”
    “Speaking of Rodger,
have you heard anything from him this weekend?”
    “Not since Saturday,
Andrew and I were supposed to have lunch with him but he had to cancel. Why do
you ask?”
    “Well, he called me and
told me he wouldn’t be in today because of family problems. I told him that I
hope things were all right, he told me everything was just fine. But that he
had to deal with some family business that needed to be taken care of.”
    “I hope everything is all
right. Hopefully, his mother can clue me in. I’m hoping it’s nothing to do with
his dad.” Blowing the tea before taking a sip she could only imagine what news
she would get once lunchtime came around.
    The next couple of
hours seemed to go by quickly and in a way Delia wished they hadn’t. She wished
time would just go by at a snail’s pace instead. That way, it would give her
time to comprehend all that had been going on within the last twenty-four
hours.
    Luana’s was about
fifteen miles from Kellington but only about five miles from Bristol. Delia
guessed that it was easier for Rodger’s mother to make it there than just going
into town. When she pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant, there
weren’t many cars there even though it was lunchtime. Taking a deep breath and
saying a silent prayer, she grabbed her purse and got out. Walking toward the
door she opened it and walked inside to the podium where the hostess said,
“Welcome to Luana’s, I can seat you at a table or booth.”
    “I am meeting someone
here. Did a Mrs. Smith come in?”
    “Yes, please follow
me.” Grabbing a menu the young lady led Delia to the back of the restaurant toward
a booth. There the woman sat looking over toward her with a small smile. With
her dyed jet-black hair in a tight bun on the top of her head, Mrs. Smith wore
a