"Why don't you tell me something about yourself ? Maybe it would be good to try and know each other." She kisses the side of my mouth, then the other. "Before we get totally lost in each other."
"There's not much to tell about me." I tell her shyly.
"Tell me anything. Like what's your favorite hobby?"
"I love reading, but also like singing and playing the piano."
"Really? Maybe you could sing and play for me sometime. I happen to play the piano myself."
We start talking about little things. She tells me how she just got her helicopter licence. Also that maybe when she buys her own, she would take me up in it. Because that's not hot, a girl who can fly her own helicopter.
Then, she let it slip that her birthday is on Sunday.
"What do you do on your birthday?"
"I usually work. Never been one for birthdays."
"What about your family? Don't they help you celebrate?"
She shrugs. "They know I don't enjoy it, so they kind of stopped trying to do anything."
"That's kind of sad. Any reason why you don't like your birthday?"
I ask as I crawl into her lap and play with the curls in her hair. I love that it's long enough I can run my fingers through it.
"I was adopted. I didn't have the best memories of my early life. I guess it just kind of always stuck with me, that I really don't want to remember the day I was born." She's vague on her answer, but I let it go. Maybe, I'll make her a cake or something. Since I'll still be here on Sunday.
Well, I hope.
"So What happened with your step-dad that you no longer want to go home?" Dinah said switching the subject
Well, I guess it's only fair, to return back with the hard questions.
"Like I said in your office. When my mom died, he didn't take it well. He just started drinking and drinking. It's been 2 years now, I don't see it getting any better. He can be nasty when he's really drunk, so I do whatever I can to stay out of his way. I used to look up to him. He was the only father figure I had. But, now those memories of dancing on his feet, and going out for ice cream without mom knowing, are just fleeting thoughts."
"What happened with your mom?"
