Page 61 of Severed Rivalry
“You don’t know the half of it.”
“I figured. But I hope to.” She cups her steaming mug with both hands and lifts it to her lips. “She’s taking the day off. Letting her daughter play hooky. Thought you’d want to know. Oh, and her peonies were gorge. Totally. Well done.”
I do not need accolades from my sister of all people. But it’s nice to hear.
“I’m thinking about a hike. I know you’re supposed to keep it light, but I’m going to say to you what you said to me last weekend. Or I’ll paraphrase. Let’s get some sunshine and fresh air and let my girl burn some energy.”
“My girl.”
“Fine, our girl.”
“God, help me.”
“When did you become a praying man? How about Roxborough? It’s more of a walk than a hike, close parking and easy-in, easy-out. We can tap out anytime you’d like.”
“For Eleanor… But, first, let me suck down some of this smoothie, since Corinne was nice enough to frappé my breakfast.”
It is good as far as liquid meals go. As far as a hardy meal goes, and my satiety, not so much. I’m not bougie, but I do miss meals I can eat with a fork. Not long now. But way too damn long considering how I want to see Sariah, and not when my face is green and yellow and broken from a beating.
Me: Thinking of you. Hope your Friday is great. Wish I could see you.
Angel: Same times three. And why can’t you?
Me: Beauty like yours can’t be taken in with one eye.
Angel: Cheesy.
Me: True.
Angel: Is it still that bad?
Me: Thinking you and Renée had enough trauma yesterday.
Angel: Thank you for the cookies and for sending in the cavalry.
Me: You already thanked me.
Angel: It bears repeating.
Me: You’re worth it.
Angel: I can’t explain what it’s like to be taken care of after so long onmy own.
Me: I’m just glad it’s me who gets to take care of you.
Angel: Me too, Ci.
Me: Ayla’s making me go hiking with her.
Angel: Why do I think no one makes you do anything?
Me: You have me confused with Liam.
Angel: Not possible.
Me: It’s the beard, right?
Angel: Not the beard. {winky face}
