I hope you love this as much as I've loved writing it.
-Olivia
Part Two-
"Hey, Pop?" I called as I slowly pushed the door open. I didn't want to interrupt anything important. I heard no answer so I peeked my head in. Dad was sitting at his computer bobbing his head to some kind of music that was barely audible through the old school headphones that sat on his head.
"Pop?" I called again, louder this time.
"Oh. Hello, Lennon. I'm sorry, darling. I was just listening to Mum and I's song."
"Love Me Do." We said in unison and laughed.
They danced to that song every year on their anniversary. Their wedding anniversary was bigger than Christmas in this house. There was a party and music and dancing. Then after everyone was gone, mom and dad would watch this stars until midnight, drinking wine and reminiscing about all their years together. I had never seen a couple more in love.
He held up a picture of them from his desk and showed it to me. I'd seen it a thousand time but it made me feel all warm and fuzz inside every time. It was them at the reception of their wedding. They were dancing, a Beatles cover band was playing in the background, they were lost in each other's eyes. Dad had on a sweet purple suit with ruffles and mom wore a kick ass, short wedding dress with bell sleeves. It barely covered her bum. She was barefoot as they danced, a string of pink flowers in her hair.
"Mom was a fox." I comment. Dad beams at me, taking the picture from my hand and studies it.
"She still is."
"You two are still so in love."
"We've never stopped courting each other, love. That is the trick to a successful marriage. I never stop trying to woo her."
I sigh and cross my arms, my insides aching.
"Did Mum tell you that Tommy was in town?" he asks, sitting the picture back on his desk and walking to face me.
"She told me." I mumble.
Dad puts his hands on my shoulders and bends down to look me in the eyes.
"Why don't you go see him?"
I put on a fake smile and pull away from my father.
"I have to go to the market. Mom threatened to cook dinner."
"Yeesh." We both say in unison.
Dad touches my chin and smiles sadly at me. "It couldn't hurt to say hello."
I nod and stick out my hand. "Keys?"
He starts to drop them in my hands then thinks better of it. "You still remember how to drive right?"
"On the wrong side of the road in the wrong side of the car. I've got it." I tease.
"We aren't the ones who have got it wrong. I just don't understand the process of these Americans. They can't drive like normal people and God forbid they use the metric system like the rest of the world."
I laugh and take the keys, leaving him to his grumbling and grab my purse. The car is parked in the driveway. I have to stop myself from getting in the "American" side of the car, even though there are plenty other places that drive on the left side. Once I get in and start the car, I feel a bit like Cameron Diaz in 'The Holiday'.
An amber tendril of hair falls in my eyes and I push it back. I catch myself glancing at the neighbor's house. A fancy car is in the driveway. I have to assume it's his. I grumble to myself and back out of the driveway, letting the memories overtake my mind once again.
