Page 141 of Don Caselli

Ever since we were younger, we both could trust each other to hold up to that promise. This was the first time I didn’t believe my sister.

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It had beentwo weeks since the miscarriage and I was feeling like myself. I wasn’t depressed or sad but accepting that even God knew my plan and decided to take matters into his own hands. I wanted to put that behind me and move on with my life, forgetting that ever happened.

“Mink-Mink, we still have a block to go… come on,” I fussed with Mink, as she took her place in the middle of the sidewalk.

This morning, I pulled my camera out and recorded a day in the life. Landon was in a different time zone, so I sent him a message letting him know I was awake. He wanted me to stay at the penthouse, but I came back to my apartment.

“Jett, is it necessary to follow me in the car?”

“Don already told me that I gotta stay with you.” He was double parked across the street and switched to the next page of his S.A. Cosby book.

I discovered he was a reader when we were in St. Lucia. He was leaned on the car staring down intensely at his phone, and I made a joke that his wife was cussing him out.

He showed me what he was reading, and I went to download the book onto my kindle. Jett didn’t have a wife, or a girlfriend.

He was gay.

Not that there was a specific look to being gay, but he didn’t look gay in the least. I would have assumed there was a bunch of women running behind him.

“Mink, can you please walk for me… my legs hurt.”

“You can always get in the car,” he replied, never taking his eyes from the book. “Pretty sure you closed your rings by now.”

I checked my watch, and I had, but I was determined to make it back to my building. Mink had gained weight since I last saw her, and I wanted my girl to be healthy. “Nope. We’re good. Where is Landon at now?”

“Berlin.”

Ever since I told my parents that I was retiring them, neither of them quit their job. They were so scared, and I hated that for them. Their jobs weren’t easy to come by without a waiting list, and to give it up, after being in those positions that long was scary for them.

“Gotcha.”

My phone pulled my attention from my fat dog, and I saw it was Stevie. Greene had given her my number. “Hey Stevie.”

“Hi Navy… I wanted to check in and see if you were alright.”

I smiled, because both Kora and Zoya had called me the other day to check in with me. “I am doing much better.”

“I heard you lost the baby. I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright.”

“ I wanted to see if you wanted to do lunch and some shopping. I also would love to show you my gallery.”

“Stevie?”

“Yes, dear?”

I laughed. “Do you want me to post about your gallery?”

She giggled. “That would be nice… I’m not forcing you or anything. My husband won’t kidnap you, I promise.”

“I don’t know, Stevie. He seemed like he was serious.”

“Oh, he was very serious. Mavie does whatever I want… not that I want him to kidnap you,” she quickly corrected herself.

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