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Jessica takes me back to her house for the afternoon, though I’m sure she regrets her decision as I slowly consume her entire jar of cookies, ice cream and all the tissues in her house. My nose is as red and rejected as Rudolf's by the time Jessica drops me home, and my stomach feels as though it's been punched in the gut repetively. This really has not been my day.
"Do you want me to come in?" Jessica asks as she pulls up outside my house.
"Nah, don't worry about it," I say as I open the door an step onto the sidewalk, "if you never see me again though just know that I’ve probably ran away to become a monk, or geisha or something."
Jessica laughs and pokes her tongue out at me as I swing the door shut, and I pull a stupid face at her before turning and making my way to my front door, which I'm surprised to find, is already open.
"Dad?" I call as I open the unlocked door and step inside. Dropping my bag on top of the pile of shoes scattered by the entranceway, I pause and listen before making my way down the hallway. A light coming from the kitchen is the only sign other than the unlocked door that alerts me to the fact that someone is here. Taking another few more steps, I let go of the breath I've been subconsciously holding as I hear as I hear the faint sound of voices.
"Dad?" I call gain, pausing to listen as the room falls silent.
"We're in the kitchen, sweetie,” my dad's voice echoes down the hallway in response, "Can you come in here for a minute?"
Confused as to why my dad's home this early, and why there is someone with him. I close the short distance between where I stand and the kitchen entrance in three long strides.
The first thing I notice as I appear in the doorway is the elegant looking lady sitting at the kitchen bench. Her red hair is curled in perfect ringlets around her face, and her ocean blue eyes are rimmed with a thin line of eyeliner. Overall, her features are quire striking, though I have no idea what a woman like her is doing sitting at my kitchen bench on a Tuesday evening.
Taking my eyes off the woman for a moment, I glance around the room in search of my dad, who I find leaning against the bench with his back turned away from me. My stomach clenches uncomfortably as I glance back to the lady at the bench.
"You must be Vivienne," the woman says after a moment, giving me a genuine smile as if to let me know I can trust her.
"Hi." I say, glancing at my dad again, who remains with his back turned.
"Sorry," I continue when it becomes clear that my dad is not going to introduce her to me, “I’m not sure I remember meeting you before. Do you work with my dad?"
"No," the lady replies, then stands and makes her way to me. Extending one, perfectly manicured hand, I have no choice but to shake it.
"My name is Lillian, Vivienne," she says as she shakes my hand with genuine warmth, "I'm an old friend of your father's. He and my husband John attended university together back in 1979, you might have heard your dad speak of him?"
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Confessions Of A Letter
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