Page 19 of Healed
“You’re welcome. See you later.”
Daisy ended the call and quickly texted her address to Charlie before slipping her phone back into her purse. She turned around and was a little startled to find Carson standing silently just a few feet away from her, looking right at her. “Oh! I didn’t hear you come over here.”
“My dad’s not coming is he?”
“Sure he is, he’s just going to be a little late. So, you’re coming home with me and we’re going to have a nice night, and have dinner. Okay?”
Carson looked up at her, his deep brown eyes looking trustingly into hers also let her know he was feeling a little afraid. “Are you sure he’s coming?”
“I am absolutely sure.”
“He doesn't know where you live,” Carson said.
“I just sent him my address.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Are you ready? Do you have your paints all sealed and your brushes cleaned?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good job!” Daisy exclaimed. She gathered her purse, and watched as he picked up his backpack. He walked over to where she waited at the front door, then walked out before her when she held it open for him. She glanced around the studio once more, then flipped off the lights before locking the door and taking him by the hand to lead him down the few steps to the ground and then over to her jeep.
Daisy took his backpack and settled it in the jeep before helping him climb up into the vehicle and buckling him into the backseat. She closed the door before walking around the front of the jeep. She took the time to make a funny face at him through the windshield as she went by.
Carson grinned at her.
Daisy smiled as she opened her door and got in.
“You’re funny,” he said.
“I’m funny?!” she asked.
“Yes. You’re nice, too.”
“It’s easy to be nice to you. You’re so nice yourself!” she said, winking at him in the rear view mirror as she slowly backed out before angling the front of her car toward the highway and pulling out, starting them on their way.
“Do you live by yourself?” he asked.
“No, I live with my mom and dad.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s home. I just haven’t made one of my own yet.”
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t needed to. I have a piece of land, though. I could build one if I wanted to, but it’s just me. I don’t have a husband or any kids, so I like being home with my parents.”
“So you don’t get lonely?”
“Yes. They keep me from being lonely.”
“My dad is lonely.”
“Why do you think your dad is lonely?” Daisy asked.
“Because when I go to bed I can still hear him in the living room. And he’s all by himself with just the television. And he changes the channels a lot, so I know he’s not really watching anything, but when I ask him why he’s still awake, he tells me he’s watching a movie.”
