Living With Six Boys

chapter 3

                The lady escorts Mrs. Brooks into this room and I kind of just awkwardly stand there. Do I run up to her and hug her? Do I shake her hand? What do I do? I wait. She comes up to me.

                “Oh sweetie it’s so nice to see you. I’m so sorry for your loss.” She then hugs me.

                Of course, she mentions my mother’s death; I don’t want to hear about her. I don’t want to hear any apologies because it’s not their fault, it’s all hers. It’s her fault she was drinking and abusing me. Karma finally came back at her. I snap out of my thoughts and bring my attention back to Christina.

                “Hi, long time no see. How are you?”

                “I’m good, how are you holding up?”

                “I’m doing quite well actually.” I smile at her showing that I’m not said over anything.

                “That’s very fortunate, well I suppose we should get going, it’s a long trip back to Cali.”

                “Yes please let’s go.”

                The lady looks at Christina and tells her she needs to sign a few papers. We are both informed that because of my parent’s death I am written in their will to receive all their money, from the house and for them. That is a lot of money. The lady tells me that it will be mailed to my new address. Christina signs the papers and puts the new address in and I grab my stuff and we head out to the rental car.

                “Is this it?” she looks at my bags.

                “Uh ya.”

                She takes the bags and puts them in the trunk. I walk up to the passenger side and open the door. I hop in and buckle my seatbelt. Moments later Christina pops in. we sit in silence as she starts the car. I decide to make conversation so she doesn’t ask me something about my mom.

                “So tell me about your boys…”

                “oh well there’s Chris and Cody who are my little devils and they are both 7, there’s Adam who is 11, Jack who is your age, 14, Alex who is 15, and Dylan who is 16. I train them to be gentlemen but boys will be boys so if they ever bother you, please come to me.”

                “Haha I will, they sure are getting old.”

                “Well you’re getting older too, the last time I saw you, you were just a little baby and I was still pregnant with Jack.”

                “Wow that was a long time ago.”