Different Type of Love

27

Elodie

December 17 1945

It's been about a week since I've spoken to Cecilia. I miss her dearly but I'll give her space and time because I care and she needs whatever is in her best interest. But since I care I want to see how she's doing and what she's doing. This is difficult. I feel like it's tearing me apart. Not to call, not to go to the hospital, to her house.

But.

Right now, it's just Lorrie and I. Waiting for the cookies we baked to be re-

"Mama! Mama! The cookies are done!" Well I guess no more waiting hm? Loraline smiles, jumping up and down as the timer beeps.

I playfully gasp and pick her up.

"Sounds like it, hm?" She nods as we make out way to the kitchen. I place her down and grab an oven mitten and take the cookies out.

"Can we eat them?! Can we, can we?!" She shouts with a smile.

"Yes, amour. We can in a minutes, first we have to let the cool off, unless you want them to burn our mouthes!" I gasp and make a silly face with my eyes closed while my tongue hangs out.

"Yes!" She giggled.

"Wha- no!" I laugh "Give them a minute and we'll get them." I smile. As soon as I put her down, there is a knock at the door. Who could this possibly be?

I make my way to the door, curiously and quietly. I look through my widow which is left of the door and see a familiar face. I groan, quietly, with an eye roll and unlock the door.

"What?" I growl.

"You and I are wanted at the hospital." Lamar announces. I feel my eyes go wide although I try to control them. Being able to see her again is like a dream come true. Except the dream is weighting your heart down because you're not sure how she'll react.

"I thought that was over until the party?" I question.

"As did I. I've just been called. They apologised for the short notice but it's important that we be there immediately."

"Fine." I groan. "Just lets me call Lil-"

"I've already done that. I've picked her up." He says softly with a smile. I look behind him and see the tall pretty woman. She brings a smile to my face.

"You two go, hurry." Lillian a laughed, pushing me out of my own home.

"You're lucky I'm dressed." I mutter with my arms crossed as I make my way to the car. Before I make it, he beats me there and opens the door.

"Thank you." I nod my head, stepping inside and crossing my legs. He gives me a sincere smile and shuts my door. I buckle my seat and look out of the window, waiting for him to get in. With that same grin he inters.

He silently backs out of the drive through. I don't want to deal with anymore unbearable silence.

"Is the book still in here?" I ask. I always brought a book with me. I in face have one in my purse right now.

"Still under your seat." He turn his head to me. He tries to discretely meet my eyes but I pull my book from under my seat and shove my nose in it.

Despite my face being shoved in my book for the past five minutes, he still feels the need to speak to me.

"So, how are you?" He smiles.

"Fine." I reply, not looking up, and especially not giving him room to make a follow up question.

"That's good. And Loraline?" I feel his eyes burning the side of my face. I sigh and close my eyes for a second.

"She's fine. You saw her yesterday." I mutter, adjusting my posture and flipping my page.