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Chapter 32

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Emily

Faith’s visit becamevisits over the next few days.

Each time she came to my workplace, our conversations were more or less the same. She’d order whatever I recommended. And she’d ask a million questions a day.

Did I like tea? Did I like showers or baths? Shoe size? Pants size? Yeah, I felt her eyeing my thunder thighs when asking that one. She didn’t care to bombard me with personal questions. She didn’t care to make someone uncomfortable was one way to put it.

Did I watch any shows? What shows did I watch?

We did find out that we both watchedGrey’s.She seemed pleased with that one. Honestly, so was I. It was hard enough dealing with her visits. I was just glad there was something to feel positive about.

Then, the text messages came. She’d send a random link to a movie trailer or TV show that would say,this looks good,or,do you plan on watching this when it comes out?Which I was sure was her code for ‘you’re watching this when it comes out.’

Somehow, I was now doing the same thing to her come the fifth day since her visit. She wouldn’t get to see me today since I was off, and I had actually sent her a text letting her know I wouldn’t be there just in case. Her reply had been,I know.

I was sending a cat video to her while Benjamin drove us to my mom’s. Sarah had invited me over for dinner, and I hadn’t refused. I didn’t see or talk to Mom as much as I did Dad. I missed her. I just didn’t know how to be as close to her as I was to Dad now.

“What did she send this time?” he asked me as I pressed send.

“Nothing,” I answered. “I sent her a cat video… She likes cats, doesn’t she?”

He smirked. “She’s allergic.” My stomach dropped, then he laughed. “I’m kidding.” He reached over and placed his hand over mine. My stomach warmed back up at the gesture and his smile.

“It would be great if her getting to know me would be friendlier and less like an interrogation.” I sighed, then glanced over at him with a smile. “Still, this is progress, right?”

“It is.” He squeezed my hand. “You still haven’t told your mom that we’re together, have you?”

I shook my head. “She’ll know when we get there.”

He was quiet for a second. “Did she like Roger?”

I could lie, but I wouldn’t. “She did.”

He frowned. “I’m lovable, right?”

I snorted. “You’re very lovable.”

“I’m better than some Roger guy you dated, right?”

“You are.”

“Your mom likes me, right?”

I laughed. “She does. Will you stop? You’re the best.”

He studied me from the corner of his eye. “Then… Let me see a boob.”

I groaned. “You’re annoying,” was what I said. I might have shown him a nipple while I said it.

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“Is that her?”

I heard Mom ask Sarah from in the kitchen as I opened their front door. Then I heard a familiar male voice answer her instead of Sarah.

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