Different Type of Love

5

Elodie.

December 3, 1945 

I'm in the kitchen with Loraline when the telephone beings to ring. I rush, hoping it's the one person I've been trying to speak to. I pick the phone up and hold it to my ear. I can hear nothing but silence, and must I say it grew louder every second. 

"Mommy, who is it, who's calling?" She ask. I quickly hang up and return to the kitchen with a smile on my face. 

"I'm not sure, honey. They didn't say a word. They must have been pulling a joke on us." I laugh, for her entertainment. She laughs along. "Okay, let's finish baking these cookies, your Papa should be home soon." I smile. 

"But Momma, we are finished. We just need to put them in the oven!" She whines. I grin.

"Okay, okay. Let's put them on the tray and then in the oven, hm? Do you want milk with your cookies?" I ask her, placing the dough on the tray.

"Yes, please!" She smiles, and jumps up and down. I put the cookies in the oven and wait for them to bake. 

"Let's watch a movie while they bake." I suggest and of course, she agrees. I put on a movie while we wait. I sit her down on the sofa and head up stairs for a minor second. I grab a blanket to bring back down stairs. I sit with Loraline and put the blanket on the both of us. We watch a bit of television before we hear the oven go off. 

"They're ready!" She yells, filled with excitement. I get up and head back to the kitchen, Lorrie follows closely behind. I grab an oven mitten and pull them out. I place them on the stove, take the mittens off and pick up my sweetheart. 

"Look! They look delectable, right?" I ask her. She nods excessively with the brightest smile on her darling little face. I put her down and head to the refrigerator. I take out the milk and pour her and myself a glass. She sit at the table and I give a glass along with a cookie. I sit down next to her and think as she enjoys her little snack. I wonder what Cecilia is doing, how is doing. Gosh she's just...  she has just been haunting me. It's actually terrify how much I care for someone I know little about. She-

"Momma! Momma! Papa is home!" Lorrie yells from the living room. I hadn't realized how much time had passed or that she had Lorrie had left to the living room. I'm so exhausted, I stayed all night at the institution with Lamar, then I was with Loraline. Lamar opens the front door, our baby runs to her and gives him a ginormous hug.

"Hi, sweetheart!" He takes a big sniff. "Goodness, what's that small? It smells delicious in here. Have you and Momma been baking?" He asks while putting her down. 

"Uh-huh! We made cookies, try some, try some! They're just delectable like Momma said!" She giggled. That just brings a smile on my face. She drags him to the kitchen to try one and he does. 

"Your Mother is right, they are delectable, I could just eat them all." He says. 

"No! They're mine! And Momma's." She yelps, heading back to the living room and watching the television. He turns to me with utter disgust in his eyes. 

"Your friend says hey." He growls. My friend? Who in the world is he speaking of?

"Who?" I ask out of pure curiosity.

"Don't play a fool. Nurse Romero." He says, now circling me in a way. But in this very moment, I do not care. The only thing I care about is her wanting to say hello to me. I automatically become full of excitement but don't dare let it be clear. 

"Oh, did she now?" I ask. "She's so ill mannered." I mumble under my breath. I shake it off and just smile at Lamar

"Loraline, head to your room, Ma and Pa need to talk." He says, not turning.