Right, very small chapter, but I wanted to post something. So here we go....
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I hadn’t realized I’d fallen asleep until I was woken up by the sound of two girls laughing. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Dana walked in with an older woman that looked a lot like her.
“Hey, Harlow. This is my mom, Shirley. Mom, this is who I was telling you about,” Dana made the greetings while I got up off the sofa and stretched. I smiled at her mom.
“Nice to meet you, Harlow. Dana has told me a lot about you,” Shirley said, offering her hand for me to shake.
“Hi Mrs. Rosette. Nice to meet you too,” I smiled, and shook her hand.
“Would you like coffee Mum?” Dana called from the kitchen.
“Yes thanks sweetie,” Mrs. R told her.
“Harlow?”
“Sure, thanks D,” I called back.
“So, Harlow. What brought you to Chicago?” Mrs. Rosette asked, sitting down opposite me.
“I came looking for a place to live, and a job,” I explained briefly.
“Why? Being a rebel and running away from your parents?” she laughed.
“Umm, well,” I stuttered.
“Hey, coffee’s ready! Dana called, rushing over with a mug.
She gave me a look, a look that signified ‘I’m helping!’
Thank God for that.
But, oh no, Mrs. R wasn’t giving up that easily!
“So, do your parents stay in touch?” she pushed, sipping her coffee and eyeing me from over the brim.
“Um, well,” I tried. Why couldn’t I just say it? My parents are dead. Simple. I could think it. Why couldn’t I say it?
I hadn’t even told Dana yet.
“Well, honestly, my parents are, well,” I started.
Deep breath Harlow, deep breath.
“They’re dead.”
Silence.
That’s all I got.
Dana,-in the kitchen again-stopped pouring coffee in.
Mrs. R had stopped sipping.
I stared at the floor.
Wow.
That was easier than I thought.
“Oh,” Mrs. R said finally.
“Mmhhmm,” I mumbled.
“So, TV?” Dana asked, running forward with my coffee and sitting down next to me.
Eventually Mrs. Rosette left. Nothing was spoken of my parents for the rest of the evening.
But I knew I had Dana to watch out for.
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Very Cinderella
RomanceOkay, so when your whole family die you don't run out and tell the world right? So Harlow Cape keeps it wrapped up inside, not letting anyone feel sorry for her or give her any sympathy. Moving to Chicago should have been a good thing. New start, w...
