Chapter Seven

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***Keep in mind anyone can become jealous at any time

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***Keep in mind anyone can become jealous at any time. Things cn be said in the heat of the moment that can cut deeper than a physical wound. Forgiveness is always the key to those you love. No one is perfect.***


Diana and Desai had a wonderful day with Desai offering to let Thomas and his family use any of her properties for a holiday.

"You are much too generous, Desai."

"I'm paying it forward the only way I know how. I've lost too much not to be grateful to those who are kind to me." She glanced at Diana and blurted, "How do you feel about me?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"Because over the time I was in the hospital, I – I've fallen in love with your son. I keep telling myself that it's all happening too fast, but it feels so right." She sighed as she gazed out the window, "Thomas and I have become friends since he started coming to the hospital to see me. Which is something I didn't expect. But seeing his face through my slitted eyes had a calming effect on me. Somehow I knew I would be okay simply because he was there. He has that effect on me. He calms me down and grounds me. I'm a better person because of his presence."

Diana nodded and as they stopped at a red light, she turned to Desai, "He's been hurt. I'm sure you know that. And I know you've been hurt as well. Please be careful how you approach the love word. Please be cautious."

"I will and I haven't told him yet how I feel, but the more I'm with him the deeper I go. Those days he spent with me while I was healing was wonderful. I – I know it's all happening so very fast and it scares me. I do want you to know that you've raised an awesome child who is such a gentleman. He wept for me. He actually cried because he thought he had hurt me. And I probably – he held me all night, Diana. I've never met a man like him, he's kind, gentle, tender, emotional, and he wants to be with me. I can't believe it."

"He gives one hundred and ten percent in everything he does."

Just then Desai's phone rang, it was Thomas, "Hello, there I was just talking about you. Were your ears burning?"

"No, but my lips are for you, darling."

She smiled and blushed, as her Southern accent always came through when she was nervous, "Since I'm out with your mum is there anything I can pick up for supper?"

"Oh, how I love your accent, darling. Yeah, yeah. I was actually calling about that, my love. I need mince about a pound and a half. About four fresh Roma tomatoes, I'll need some Parmesan, some Pancetta, and an onion. Go by your place and pack a bag for a sleepover."

"Okay." Desai coughed and knew she was blushing, "Do you have any red wine, or do you use dry white wine in your version of Bolognese? And do you need an extra bottle or two of red?"

"How did you know what I am making?"

She laughed, "I cook too you know. Anyway, we'll stop in at the market and get what you need. We'll see you soon."

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