Page 39 of Rebound With Me
My father carefully places a small box on the coffee table in front of me, and then gently pats the lid of the box.
I stare at it, suddenly feeling a little sick. “What is it?”
“It’s Bun Affleck,” says my Mom. “He died six months ago. We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want to upset you. You’d just gotten engaged and you seemed so happy.”
I cover my mouth. I don’t even know how to feel. “Hediedand you didn’t tell me?”
“He wasn’t sick or anything, he just died of old age while he was sleeping.”
“We had him cremated at that place that did Sully. They’re very nice. There’s a little card inside with the crossing the rainbow bridge poem. He had a very nice long little life.”
I shake my head. I will deal with my feelings about the death of my bunny rabbit later. Right now I just can’t believe my parents think that I’m so fragile they can’t even give me news about my pet’s passing. It’s ludicrous. I don’t want to be so protective of my own heart anymore.
On my way back to Brooklyn, after seeing my parents off at JFK, I pull Vince’s business card out from my purse.Devlin Commercial Realty Group, Vice-President, Investment Sales
He looks almost as good on paper as he does in a towel.
I put the number in my phone and send him a text.
Me: Hi. It’s Nina. My parents are gone. My Dad wants the name of that hair product. When can I see you again?
