Leaving L.a.. Rexanne Becnel
“Then what?”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t want my mom to marry Carl.”
Uh-oh. Tricky territory. I shook my head. “There’s nothing I can do about that either.”
“I know you and Mom aren’t too cool with each other right now. But eventually you’ll straighten things out. I mean, you’re sisters. You can’t be mad at each other forever.”
Ah, the innocence of youth. “Maybe. Maybe not. But I know one thing, she won’t be asking me for any advice about men.”
He frowned. “All I’m asking is that you discourage her from marrying him. Is that so hard?”
“No. On the surface it’s not hard at all. But there’s so much going on beneath the surface here, Daniel, that I’m just afraid anything I try might backfire on you.”
“Well.” He plopped down on a blanket chest beneath the window. “Be subtle then.”
Subtle. Never my strong suit. But what could I say? Besides Alice, Daniel was my only living relative. “I’ll tell you what.” I stood up and sidled toward the door. “Let me think about it, okay?”
He hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”
I would think about it, but in the end I was pretty sure the answer would be the same. No. And yet as I stared at him I felt the weirdest sensation, the strangest sort of affection for this kid that I’d only met today.
Not a rush of love or anything sickly sweet like that. Not a rush. But maybe…a trickle.
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