Page 26 of Maid Fohr Love
“I’ll teach you.”
“Good, because I was planning to ask or pay somebody to d–”
“Don’t worry. You’ll learn, Fohr.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
He stood up and made his way back to his seat. Just as his butt hit the fabric, I continued.
“Why is it that you don’t know how to cook anyway?”
“My mother was a stay-at-home mom my entire life. The kitchen was her happy place. She barred us from the stove, and my father kept me in the field, strengthening my arm, perfecting my form, quickening my throw, and criticizing my batting abilities.”
“His criticism paid off.”
“Which is why I will be paying him back for the rest of my life. Without him, there would not be a Fohr McClarren.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“I feel the same about my father. He’s a wonder in my world as well. Monumental.”
He placed a hand on his chest. “I wasn’t wrong.” He chuckled. “I wasn’t wrong.”
“About what?”
“Your father’s influence in your life.”
“How’d you know he was in my life?” I asked, curious.
“There’s a certain aura about a woman who is loved and adored by her father. You have it. And, it somehow speaks volumes before you open your mouth. It tells me that you won’t accept anything less than he’s already given you.
“It elevated your standards and set your boundaries prematurely. The way you walk– the way you talk– the way you carry yourself– it tells me to come correct or not at all and I fully believe much of that is dedicated to your father’s ascendancy in your life.”
“Maybe,” I breathed out, “Maybe you’re right, Fohr.”
“I am, Kit. How many sisters?”
“How do you know I have sisters?”
“Because you do.”
“How’d I give that one away?”
“You come to dinner in a full face of makeup and fully dressed as if you’re headed to a five-star restaurant. There isn’t a strand out of place on your head. Never. You smell divine every time you’re near me. And, you woman well.”
“I woman well?”
My partial understanding of his concept left me curious of his explanation. I had an idea but wasn’t certain if it was the right idea.
“Yes. We’re human and much like sponges. We learn from other humans who we wish to adapt characteristics of. You have sisters and a mother who was likely all the things you wanted to be as a woman.”
“Your father should’ve purchased you a couch and a crystal ball instead of a bat and glove.” I chuckled.
“I’ve studied you for a full week, Kit. And, study is my way of putting it mildly. I’ve gone through the details a hundred times in my head. This information didn’t come to me instantly. I’ve gathered it over the last week. Am I correct?”
“Yes,” I admitted, twirling my finger in a single spiral.
