Eight: Decision Time

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Ari's POV...

“How about we go out to dinner tonight instead of us slaving over a hot stove?” Mom asked Lexi and me when we brought the last of the grocery bags out of the car into the kitchen.

“It's fine with me, how about you, Ari?”  Lexi asked.

“I have no objection to it,” I replied, placing the carton of silk milk and eggs into the fridge.

“Great, I'll make a reservation for the three of us at Jene's,” Mom says, picking her cell phone up off the black and white granite island.

“How are things going with you and Javan?” Lexi asked after mom walked out of the kitchen. 

“Not too good,” I responded, putting away the last of the canned vegetables in the pantry.

“What's wrong?” 

“He's upset that I'm here with you and mom.” 

“Didn't you explain to him why you're here?” She probed, plopping down on a stool beside me.

“Yeah, but he's still not happy about it.” 

“When did Javan become so cold-hearted and selfish? He doesn't sound like the Javan who once considered our mom to be his future mother-in-law.” 

“I don't know what happened to him, but I tell you what, his behavior this past week has made me realize that it was time for us to go our separate ways when I do return home.” 

“Maybe you shouldn't break up with him completely. Perhaps you two just need some time apart, or It could be that you guys need to sit down and talk things through.” 

“Lexi, for me, there's no talking to a man when he shows me that he's not willing to try to understand why I have to be near my family when they need me the most.”  

“The only reason I suggested those two options to you is because I know how much you love Javan, Ari. I hope that you know that I will alway support you in whatever decision you make about yours and his relationship.”

“I know that you will, little sis,” I replied, hugging her tight. 

“Our reservation is at 8:30. It's currently 5:15 which means you guys have a little over three hours to get dressed.  Ari, I think that you should go upstairs and start getting ready now.” 

“Why are you just singling me out when it takes you and Lexi just as long me to get ready, Mom.” 

“Lier.” Mom and Lexi blurt out in unison.

“It takes you forty minutes just to comb out that long, thick hair of yours. Now let's add on the time it takes for you to choose an outfit to wear and doing your makeup.” Mom says while rummaging through the fridge.

“I'm not the girly girl type like you, so it won't take me that long to get dressed,” Lexi says, sticking her tongue out at me.

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