"Did you find out if he's religious?" snapped Esther on Saturday.
I decided on a white lie. "He's at his grandma's."
She sniffled disapprovingly. Jane and I exchanged looks and by the expression on her face, I knew she knew I lied.
I did feel a bit guilty, but I knew Esther wouldn't tolerate this piece of information and would start a storm of drama. Tolerance just hadn't been part of her upbringing, though I often wish it had been.
To my disappointment, Matthew didn't come on Sunday. I thought maybe he had come back and just forgotten to send word, and I hesitated on going to his house but I knew it would make me look desperate.
I saw Matthew a week later.
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April Heartbreak
Storie d'amore"I love you, Matthew." I remembered the night I'd told him that. Hell, did I even know what that was? Probably not. Had I meant it? Sure.
