fall to my hands. She said she
had been to New York. I couldn't figure it out. Why was she there?
Where exactly in New York had she been? She said it was a week before
she accepted Mike's proposal. I couldn't believe she went by herself.
She wasn't a big city girl at all. I remember her saying she would
never go someplace that big. Maybe she was just pulling my leg, I
thought. If she had been there, why the hell didn't she come and see
me? How could she go that far and not visit me? I thought about her
all the time. There were times I turned around and thought I saw her
or thought I heard her voice. It never ended up being her though. I
was always disappointed.
Seeing
her looking up at the stars pulled at my heart. We used to lean back
on our elbows next to each other and try to connect the stars to make
shapes or animals. Her eyes were closed when I walked up, but she had
a smiled on her face. It was killing me trying to figure out what she
was thinking about. When I saw tears in her eyes, my chest felt like
it was caving in. I felt like I couldn't breathe. She was my Livie. I
could never stand to see her cry. The way she snapped at me when I
said Livie was another life changing moment. That was what I had
always called her. It was my name for her. How could she say that to
me? There was no way I was calling her Olivia. It took all I had not
to take her over my knee and spank that perfect ass of hers. She
didn't need to be talking to me like that.
I
jumped when I heard a car door shut. The sun was shining through the
trees. How did I sleep all night in a chair, I wondered? I stood up
and walked out of the woods. When I looked up, our eyes connected.
Livie was getting ready to back out of the driveway. Her face was
serious. There wasn't even a hint of a smile on it. She backed out
and was gone before I knew it.
My
mom wanted to get a new dress for the funeral. I wanted to make sure
everything went exactly the way she wanted it. She needed to feel as
if she had done everything she could for him. I knew it was important
to her. My feelings about him were being put aside the best that I
could. She loved him so much, and I loved her. When she mentioned
Livie or her mother going with her, I suggested Livie's mom go. It
bothered me that my mom took every bit of help Livie offered her
after everything she had said to me over the years. I knew she meant
well. I knew she wanted what she thought was best for me. It still
pissed me off.
Livie
had called her mother and said she needed to stay late so she could
bake things for the funeral. My mom needed to get shopping, and there
was no way I was going with her. My mom offered to have me watch the
two kids while they went. When she walked in the door with both kids,
I wasn't sure what I was going to do with them. They watched
television for a little bit. I pulled out some cards and a couple of
board games that were in the closet. They were actually very good
kids. I was surprised how smart and well-behaved they were. Livie was
doing a great job raising them alone.
I
heard her car door shut and walked to the door. She walked into her
house and came back out moments later. I hurried to the kitchen and
pulled stuff out of the fridge for sandwiches. She was going to think
I had let her kids sit hungry. That wouldn't be good. She was already
so mad at me. I had kept track of her, but she didn't know about it.
Apparently, I hadn't done a good enough job. Something had happened
to her. The way she pulled away and rubbed her arm left a sick
feeling in my stomach.
When
she knocked on the door, I took a deep breath and opened it. She
looked around me to see her kids sitting on the couch watching a
cartoon.
"Why
is April and Jack here?" she asked sternly.
I
was slightly shocked by her attitude. She could have at least
appreciated that I was with her kids. I had made it clear the entire
time we were close that I didn't want children. Instead, she stood
with her hands on her hips acting like