157. Lovers

“They were lovers?” repeated Zia for clarification.

“Yes…” Amanda paused and glanced at Gray. “Are you okay hearing this, dear? I mean, if you’re uncomfortable—”

“No, do continue,” intercepted Gray. “I’m intrigued.”

“Okay,” said Amanda. “But first,” she rose from the couch. “I’ll go get you girls something to drink. What do you want, juice, coffee?”

Zia raised her hand. “Sophia wants juice!”

“Juice for the little lady…” Amanda glanced at Gray.

“I’ll go with juice, too, thanks,” said Gray.

As soon as Amanda was out of the living room, Zia eyed her.

“Isn’t it freaky?!”

“Which part?” responded a nonchalant Gray.

“All of this!” Zia opened her little arms wide in the air. “Isn’t this too much of a coincidence? I mean, to think she was friends with all of our mothers,” she noted.

Gray just stared at her uninterested in her seat.

“And the fact that her husband was your mom’s ex-boyfriend?!” added Zia. “I mean, the guy could have been your father.”

“She’s not my mom, Zi” corrected