Page 26 of Grace's Revelation
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GRACE
Ichanged and hopped in my car to pick Cason up from school.
As soon as he got in the car, he asked non-stop questions about Mase…my answers remained vague.
Mase’s ominous words made me paranoid.
By dinner, he’d run out of questions. Good, because I had no answers to give him.
As we cuddled on the couch to watch a movie, the rumble of three, maybe four bikes vibrated off my walls.
Cason didn’t even flinch, he was so used to the sound of a bike. I’d raised my kid around it, like I had been raised.
“You watch your movie.” I ruffled his hair and leaned over and kissed him on the forehead. “I’ll be right back.”
“You want me to pause it.” He held the remote and giggled.
It was a running joke we had. We had seen this particular movie with the fishes on a quest a hundred thousand times, but Cason insist on pausing it when he had to go to the bathroom or rewinding it if he spaced out on a scene. An hour and a half movie with my little guy inevitably took three hours.
“No,” I laughed. “You can tell me what I missed.”
He shoved his little hand in the bowl of popcorn and stuffed his mouth as his attention turned back to the movie.
I pulled on a sweater and headed out the back.
I walked between the house and the garage towards the driveway.
I stopped mid stride and stumbled over my own feet.
It was Anna, Olive, and Patrina.
“Hey Ladies.” My voice went up an octave.
I walked up to Anna and we shared cheek kisses.
I did the same with the other two girls. Olive didn’t bother climbing off her bike. She looked taller sitting on it.
“Hey Stick.” She addressed me with an attitude clearly present in her tone.
I hugged myself and looked off down the street.
“You want to come in?” I pointed to the house.
Anna shook her head as she studied me. Her gaze moving up and down my body as if assessing my situation and my state of mind. She was a psychologist by profession. She had been dying to get me on her couch since I arrived in Jersey.
I thought I handled my issues pretty well, considering.
“No.” She pointed to the safe room. “Why don’t we go into the work room?” She clapped her hands together. “Show me what you’ve been working on.”
“We know what she’s been working on.” Olive snickered.
Did I have a sign hovering over me announcing I had just gotten fucked?
I glared at her.
She glared back.
