Toto and the Boys II: George

Chapter 13

George was not at all happy to have had her trip with Jam cancelled.

It was not really because she wanted to spend time with the guy because she barely knew him. It was the fact that she couldn’t go on the hike itself. She had wanted something other than be around Jordan 24 hours for 5 days a week, and around her friends on most of seven days a week. It could have been the opportunity for her to be with herself. Jam would be a good company since she was comfortable around him.

When Jordan left very early that Saturday, she got ready to visit her mother and Vivienne.

*****

You know, Georgie, if you must know…Jordan did something really horrible. No real man would do that, you know. And if you could just freaking hear me right now, we would not be driving to your family home. We would be driving to Ayala to strangle the bastard. I rarely offer my trunk to hide corpses, but if it were to be filled with that guy’s body, I’d gladly carry it the great Negros island.

My engines sighed with disappointment.

I was making these stupid speeches toward humans and they could never even hear me. No one understood how I felt, really. The desperation, man!

My attention was returned to the present when I spotted a familiar car parked at the garage beside the big house.

Georgie’s dad was here.

Oh, oh…tires might get killed today. Run, you rich and rubbery tires! Run! I mean…roll!

 

*****

George hesitated when she saw her father reading the paper right beside the pool area.

Vivienne was already running toward her in her swimsuit and she was once again damp as her sister gave her a hug.

“I missed you, Georgie!”

“I am sure you do. And I missed you, too.” She gave her sister a peck and Viv held on to her hand and guided her to their father. “Papa! Georgie’s here! Georgina Lacson…George…Georgie,” Viv said, laughing at her own wit.

George messed up her sister’s hair and bent down to give her father a quick peck. “Where’s mom?”

He folded the paper in his hands and looked at her with that same serious look of his. “Supervising lunch. To what do I honor this visit?”

“Can’t come home from time to time?”

“I never thought you still consider this place your home.”

George didn’t want to have another fight so she let the comment pass by saying, “Wherever Viv is is home, right Viv?”

“Vivienne Lacson,” Viv said with a chuckle.

“Come on, let’s dry you up. We don’t want you to shiver.” She guided her sister back inside the house and left their father who was back reading his paper.

*****

“You will learn to love him as I did your father,” was her mother’s exact words when she asked about her talk with her husband. That did not even answer her question.

“That’s something I fear the most to hear from you, you know,” she told her mother. “Learning to love someone is like forcing a student to go to a class he doesn’t even want to attend. Learning,” she said, shaking her head with a mocking smile, “is not a very appealing verb for me.”