Chapter Nineteen

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March 31st 1987 / Rumson New Jersey

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March 31st 1987 / Rumson New Jersey

Amelia had been panicking all day. From the moment she wakened she wondered what she'd wear, how she'd do her makeup, what they'd talk about on this all-important date, how she'd successfully sneak away from her parents house without arousing suspicion.

Dates were supposed to be exciting, not terrifying.

Thankfully, Spankie had come over to help her pick her outfit sometime around noon, because you could never prepare too early. Spankie obviously knew how to dress far better than Amelia, she set her up with all sorts of accessories

As for sneaking away, Spankie had also made that much easier. The two girls departed around five o'clock, a whole two hours before Amelia had been scheduled to meet Jon for the date. She figured she'd get ready over at his place, her parents would be suspicious if she left the house all dolled up and she couldn't be bothered to deal with Richie's interrogations. This was supposed to be a good, stress-free day.

"Holy shit," Spankie whistled, pulling her car into Jon's driveway. "The boss has got himself a fortress over here."

"It's pretty magnificent, isn't it."

On the outside the house looked almost foreboding due to the sheer size of it. Beautiful! But anxiety inducing.

"Just think, you and all your spawn could be living there someday."

"Shut up Spankie."

"What! It's a nice house. Keep that on mind during the date."

Amelia slapped the girls arm playfully. "You're ridiculous."

Spankie shook off the accusation easily.

"Anywho. You nervous?"

"Pfft. Shitting myself in the hypothetical sense."

"You'll be fine," Spankie patted her arm harshly, more like a smack. "He's not that scary."

"It's having to face the past that I'm worried about. I'm under no notion that tonight is going to be easy."

"Yeah. Make sure you make him talk. Make sure you ask why he never called. Grill him if you have to, might as well get it all out of the way tonight."

Amelia had forgotten about that. She really did have so much to ask him, and she was sure he had doubly as much to ask her though half the balls to actually say it.

Amelia looked down at her overnight bag with a sigh. Maybe she was a little early, she wasn't quite ready to go in yet.

Spankie tucked a wavy strand behind Amelia's ear. "Did you bring your curling iron?"

She nodded.

"You're gonna look so beautiful. He's gonna love you. Make sure that you're confident, don't second guess yourself."

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