Let Tomorrow Come (final)

Chapter 10.

JOHN.

Is everything really okay with her? Her voice sounded excited. And I can't even check and help if she needs it. Why did I even contact Linda? I didn't have time to fully recover. Okay, everything will pass and then I'll go to Chris. Although, I still won't be able to touch her, even if I really want to. This means there is no point in tormenting myself. I get up and go downstairs.

"Are you okay?" Aela asks.

She tries to look after me and spends a lot of time, constantly asking if I need anything. I don't get tired of her at all, because she gently insists, but does it unobtrusively. Dad needed such a wife for a long time. No, this does not mean that I don't remember my mother at all, but my attitude towards her is blurry and incomprehensible, and towards her death too. Then Christina was very young, and I was older, but my parents came home so rarely that I could not cling to the memories. It was all fuzzy. And Aela is cheerful, understanding, and pretty in her own way, although redheads are not my type. But if my father likes her, then it's good for me too. Although he hardly likes her for her face. She is completely harmless, but at the same time she knows how to defend herself if necessary, unlike my girl. Oh, if only she could really be mine...

There is always a bright chandelier in the kitchen; someday we'll replace it and modernize the house, but for now we use what we have.

"Good evening, Marco," I say to the chef, "do you have a cake with mushrooms?"

He looks at me in surprise.

"Is this the one that Christina usually asks for?"

"Yes, it is," I answer with a straight face.

"Do you really eat it?"

"I've never tried it, but I need to try it sometime."

"Okay, I'll do it for you. Will you wait half an hour?"

"Yes, I'll sit by the fireplace. Call me when it's ready."

Unlike Christina, the workers are a little wary of me. Everyone loves her and spoils her on occasion. But it's not bad. I would spoil her too if I had the opportunity. I lie down on the sofa not far from the fireplace.

"Should I throw some firewood?" The father comes into the living room.

"Yes, dad, throw it, if it's not too much trouble," I answer, "by the way, your phone.You forgot it in my room when you came in during the day."

"Oh, exactly. No one called?"

"No."

"Our baby called, but excuse me, father, I cleared the last one. She doesn't need to know anything about me," I thought.

"Okay, I'll go. And you warm yourself. Is your head feeling better?"

"Yes, today it hardly hurts, although there is still weakness."

"You need to recover, son. You shouldn't have gotten involved with this girl, Linda."

"Perhaps you're right, father. Something went wrong. But I myself am to blame for this. At some point I stopped thinking with my head."

"That happens," he says to me.

"What, you too? Yes, though, Mabel?"

"Yes, I told about her. People are different. There are people who are very attractive on the outside, but inside they are empty. It's like an icy slide, you roll down it and want to slow down, but there is nothing to grab onto. And sometimes they are completely nondescript on the outside, but inside they are multifaceted and bright. There is a balance, but this is extremely rare. It seems that I found one such candy with a bright wrapper and a sweet filling."