Page 80 of Life To My Flight

“Hey, what about lunch?” Molly whined.

I looked at them, each of them getting a look before I focused in on Molly. “It’s time to pay for your own lunch from now on.”

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Cleo

I found her at her Nonnie’s place.

“But Nonnie, I don’t understand why you’re doing this. I’m not even pregnant,” Rue said to her Nonnie as she held up four blankets and what looked to be baby socks.

“You are,” Nonnie said.

“I’m not,” Rue argued.

Surprisingly, it didn’t bother me to think about Rue being pregnant.

Although it’d be helpful if she waited until we got married first.

I knocked on the door, interrupting the women. They both looked up, Nonnie smiling widely, and Rue glaring.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at lunch?” She snarled.

She spit the word lunch out so hotly that I barely contained the urge to laugh.

It wouldn’t do to make her think I was making fun of her.

“So…it turns out you’re right and I’m wrong. My sisters are bitches,” I explained reluctantly.

I still loved them, but it made me disappointed that they’d act like that. They weren’t raised to be mean.

Rue physically wilted when I said that and her head hung. “I’m sorry.”

I blinked, surprised that she’d be apologizing when she clearly wasn’t in the wrong.

“What are you sorry about?” I wondered.

Nonnie stood and folded the blanket in her arms. “Brianne was just leaving. Would you be a sweetheart and walk my daughter out to her car?”

I smiled sadly at Rue before turning to her Nonnie. “Sure thing, Nonnie. I’ll walk her out. You have a good night now, okay?”

“Yes, dear boy. Have a good night now. I love you!” Nonnie said loudly as we were walking out the door.

“I love you too, Nonnie!” I yelled over my shoulder.

We walked in silence down the hall of the nursing home and, for once in my life, I didn’t know what to say.

“You’re quiet,” Rue said as we pushed out of the front doors to the parking lot.

“I feel like I had my head in the clouds. It doesn’t sit well with me. And I’ve had a pretty exciting day,” I sighed.

She stopped and turned to me. “What happened?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it right now,” I tried.

She looked at me incredulously. “You’re kidding, right?”

I closed my eyes. “I quit my job.”

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