Page 128 of My Sweet Dollie, You Have to Love Me
Lucky:
He was the one sentenced, not you.
What he admitted to, you shouldn’t be blamed for that.
You said he was living with you. Do you feel safe with him?
Dollancie:
I wish I could say yes.
And in truth, he hasn’t crossed any lines since we’ve been here together. But he’s not the person I knew growing up.
The time Lucky takes to reply is time I spend with my eyes back out the window again. Ambrose, like me, still has his phone in his hand. It’s no longer pointed at Bubbles, who’s doing laps around the yard, nose-diving in the dirt as she chases butterflies.
Lucky:
I’m really sorry that things are tough.
Dollancie:
That’s enough family stuff for today.
Lucky:
Right! And it hasn’t scared me away. So, give me another reason to find you weird AF…
A warmth spreads through me over the lack of judgment as I let my elbows take my weight, leaning down on the table while I offload my baggage.
Dollancie:
Okay. What about this: I only eat red or yellow-toned foods.
Lucky:
Not that weird. Cute quirk.
This damn guy is humoring me.
And God, if it isn’t what I need right now.
Dollancie:
Okay, this… I paid to download Barbie movies from my first ever paycheck, which was a massive eight dollars and fifty cents for the whole week, and I watch them religiously when my moods drop. But only the animated ones.
I’ve watched them more than twenty times this last month alone.
Lucky:
No judgment.
I do the same with movies I love.
Not Barbie, though.
Dollancie:
Not a fan?
