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Since the night he lost her...
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I met with Ma that week and told her everything. I didn't know what else to do. I couldn't keep putting off talking about Georgiana and making lame excuses for why she couldn't join us for lunch or dinner. Now that Georgiana knew about my past, my father, my criminal record she had been put off for life and I knew if anyone would understand Ma would.
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Ma sat across from me at a table in a little Italian cafe near her apartment in Hampstead Village that we always met at for coffee. She nodded saying little and watched me as I explained the events leading up to Georgiana leaving. I left out the part about her virginity which felt too personal to share. When I'd finished she stared out the window for a moment watching the shoppers pass before taking my hands in hers.
"Do you love her?" Her words momentarily stunned me. Did I love her? I hadn't thought about it. All I knew was that the short time we had spent together was possibly the happiest I had ever been. She did something to me that no one had done before. She eased some of the pain of my past, she calmed some of the anxiety that usually bubbled away under the surface. She made me want to love and care for her. And I'd never wanted to touch someone like I wanted to touch her.
"Dom, please answer me?" "Yes." I couldn't deny it anymore. This wasn't some crush. She was it for me. "Ho pensato tanto, I thought as much. Now what are you going to do about it?" Ma's words stunned me. What else could I do about it? I had no way of contacting her. Unless I tried to reason with Donovan but no doubt he was glad to be rid of me.
"Is there somewhere that is special to her? Somewhere she may go?"
I wracked my brain. Pictures from Cobalt's funeral returned to me. Picture after picture of the two of them on his yacht. She talked about how much she loved to sail and to ride and how both gave her a sense of freedom she felt was absent from her life. That's where I'd have to start.
"Thanks Ma." I kissed her head. "And when you two sort it out I'm looking forward to meeting my soon to be daughter-in-law. Ho bisogno di un matrimonio (I need a wedding)."
"I love your confidence in me Ma but she's way out of my league and also doesn't want anything to do with me, so let's keep our expectations measured, yeah?" "Always thinking you are not worthy of love my tesoro. That is my fault. If I hadn't stayed with your bastardo di un padre for so long." She shook her head. She felt such guilt for staying with him. But I never blamed her. She felt trapped and he knew how to make her stay. "What about your love life eh?" She looked shocked. "Oh no, not me. I'm too old for that." "Too old? You're never to old to meet someone Ma. I know some nice men from work. And if they upset you in anyway I could just fire them." I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh you controlli maniaco." And she clipped me around the ear.
