Sparrows

Chapter 5

After walking a few blocks down and collecting a gourmet cake from Glenda’s Bakery, I made my way back home. I arrived to the entrance of my flat where Sal, the 60-year-old doorman, opened the tall glass door for me, giving me a heartwarming smile.

“Good afternoon Marine, how are you honey?”

I faked smiled “I’m fine, my mother is having a dinner party for Louis, he’s coming home for the summer. Yippee” I replied sarcastically. I could tell Sal anything, he knew Louis and I since I was 6, and had always been the person I would go down and see when home life wasn’t so appealing. Sal was the person who introduced me into old, classic, music, him buying me my first album, “1” by the Beatles, then coming with me to buy my first record player. He wanted to make sure it was the perfect one. “ The old, vintage ones, that’s the one you get, not the remodeled new ones, those have no story to them but the mere fact that they where created in a factory.” I had that record player ever since.

Sal also would be the person I would discuss literature with. Every week, I would go down to Sal’s desk and he would give me a book to read, then we would discuss it when I finished it. I could consider him true family, he cared for me like his own daughter, mostly because I reminded him of his late wife. “ Your spirit kiddo, just like Josie.” He would say.

“ Oh darling, you deserve so much more love in this world, intellectual girls like you should be worshiped, one day, there is going to be a good man, who will love you dearly. You are one tough cookie you know that don’t ya? And between you and me, I never really liked Louis” He chuckled, I joining him; it was unbelievable how he could always lift a smile on my face the times I felt most broken.

I grinned and clicked the elevator button “Thank you Sal, I’ll see you later. I gotta get going,” I said and entered the elevator.

When I got up to my floor, my flat door was open, so I just peaked in to see my extremely modern home decorated with tons of people, all of which holding a glass of champagne in their hands and wearing floor length cocktail garments. I spotted my mother in the crowd, but she was talking to an unrecognizable man so I decided to leave her alone and bring the cake to the kitchen.

As I walked to the kitchen, I spotted Electra and Sage (thank God), who excitedly ran to me, too excitedly if you ask me.

They suddenly both started freaking out, trying to hold in their scream

“MARINE, MARINE, oh my God oh my God, I cant breathe I- there is a guy- and”

“Whoa guys slow down, what’s happening?” They both had huge smiles planted upon their faces, Sage looking like she was struggling for air.

“Here I just need to take this to the kitchen, tell me on the way” I said, them just nodding and following me to my destination.

“ MARINE! There is this gorgeous guy at the party, I have never seen him before so he must be one of Louis friends, but Jesus Christ is he beautiful! His name is Harry, Harry Styles. We have to go talk to him, we have too.” Electra was baffled, she was squealing and griping my arm tightly, Sage couldn’t even speak. Was this guy really that attractive?