Third Person POVVera and Patti have been vibrating with excitement.Or at least Patti felt that way. On the surface, Vera’s energy was calmer. But Patti had gotten better at reading Vera.Vera imitated their dad a lot. Her face as cold as his. The same daring brown eyes.But Vera had her tells. The
Patti said, “But both of you are our parents. Parents who wear diamond rings every day are loving couples who never separate.”Lionel had nothing to say against that. “I’ll think about it.” Lionel conceded.Patti saw that she could not push him any further. So she dropped it. She could add this to h
Nan’s POVBirthdays are not worth celebrating.At least, that is what I had felt about my own. Always working and only being able to afford medicine left little money for celebrations. Not that I cared about it.But this birthday…just might change my perspective. Most of the daily staff have been re
Patti skips the table, pulling Vera along. Lionel follows them, carrying the cake with care despite his earlier criticism. The atmosphere is relaxed and happy.I try hard not to look at Lionel. I scold myself for noticing that he no longer chooses the chair closest to me, or the one that faces me. I
Nan’s POVI had never been to a cocktail party.It had been a week since my birthday dinner. Things were good, but a certain event had popped up. Lionel was obligated to attend a cocktail party a business associate was hosting.He had pleaded with me. “Come on, Nan, I need a plus one. Don’t leave me
But then Lionel comes across the business associate who invited him. “Lionel, it’s a pleasure to see you.” The man’s voice is deep, slow but cultured.“Thompson, it’s a pleasure to see you too.” There is a sincere quality to Lionel’s statement. I am surprised.“I hate to rush you straight away, but
Nan’s POV David must be certifiably insane.That is the only explanation for the nonsense spewing out of his mouth. I am unsure what I expected when he cornered me. Threats, or spiteful comments, perhaps.But a love confession? I did not see that coming. His one-sided appeal continues.“…didn’t end
But his hold on me is tight. Bruising. Fear begins to break through my rage.“If you don’t let go, I will scream.” I try to warn. But my bravo is lost.But David does not acknowledge my threat. All thoughts of revenge are now gone. He tugs at my necklace.“Take this off. I need to see it. Take it of