The door has closed behind Sasha and Felix isn’t expecting him to come home anytime soon. Catherine is absolutely enamored by her new puppy, but at the same time she is exhausted. It’s been one hell of a day. He allows the kids to play with the puppy, but it is soon clear that puppy and new owners are worn out completely. “Time for bed … all of you.” he smiles as they obey, get ready for bed, Gen is up already sleeping. Cath and her new puppy are tucked in by Amelie, Rene is out like the proverbial light, and he and his wife have a moment to unwind after too many stressful days. He gets some lemonade out of the refrigerator and sits in the dining room with it. “Some day, eh?” he asks his wife. Maybe now, she can relax more.
Amelie takes a lemonade “Thank you, and it has been. But some of it good. I need to tell you about something Felix. Something I learned about Dante. I made a friend today….Seamus’s mother actually. Her name is Colleen. She’s a nurse at the clinic. It was so nice to connect with another mom. This was AFTER I discovered Seamus works in a sex shop….” She has to laugh at that whole situation now “I went in there by ACCIDENT…..don’t get excited I didn’t buy anything from our son’s friend.” She’s still in a good mood after sharing puppy love with the kids. “Anyhow Colleen and I got to talking in the pharmacy, and we ended up in this delightful bakery having triple chocolate brownies. She knows this town and I told her about our children,,,as mother’s talk Dante as it turns out has had a horrible life. I had no idea. I feel so much compassion for him. I wish I had known it all sooner because I’ll admit I was a little cold. I still have concerns about them rushing into sex...but I do understand about how he ended up in trouble with the law. I mean his mother hung herself, and he found her….at 12! That’s Cath in a year…” She tears up a bit at the thought. “Anyhow I couldn’t keep that one from you Felix.”
Felix drinks some of his lemonade while Amelie tells him about her day. He grins about Seamus and sighs about Dante. Taking Amelie’s hand now in sympathy. “Yea. I knew about all that.” he confesses. “But both Seamus and Dante are good kids.” he kisses her hand, softly. “Triple chocolate, eh?” he grins mischievously.
Amelie had been wrapping her fingers around Felix’s and looking at him sweetly when she heard the words I knew about all that. She lets her hand be kissed and then sees his little mischievous glace he often gave her before they went to bed together. She suddenly fumed and yanked her hand away. “You knew? You knew that Seamus worked in a sex shop AND that Dante’s mother killed herself, and he found her? And when were you going to share that with ME?” Amelie wasn’t a yeller but her voice took on a hiss. She could also be a cupboard and drawer slammer when she was mad and not explaining why.
Genevieve, barefoot and stealthy, had been heading for the kitchen. She as actually peckish, but then decided to wait until there were fewer people downstairs. But hearing her parents, she froze on the steps. How had her mother found out about Dante’s mother and Seamus? And she was laying into her Dad. She stays still, listening hard.
Felix was hopeful until Amelie started fuming. “Yes, I knew.” he tells her. “Sasha and Gen confide in me, Amelie. So they share things and I just .. don’t tell you unless it’s important. So far … I’ve been able to handle whatever might come up.” he sighs. “They didn’t ask me to keep it from you. I just … didn’t think it was such a big deal.”
Amelie had picked up her lemonade trying to cool her temper with a sip and now slammed it down after Felix’s words. “Unless it’s important?” She throws up her hands “Felix it’s all important. We’re supposed to be a team. How can we be there for our kids if only one of us knows things?” She glares “I couldn’t make it through one whole day without telling you what I learned about Dante and his mother as well as Seamus working in that sex shop. One day…..don’t you trust me to share the load? We made vows Felix. A commitment to each other…” She sets her jaw and spits out “To our children and to God.”
Felix sighs. “It isn’t that I don’t trust you, Amelie.” he assures her. “It’s just … you tend to get a little upset. So no, I didn’t tell you that Seamus works in a sex shop, about our daughters boyfriends mother, or about either of their sex lives, even though I’ve known from shortly after both of them started having sex.” he reaches out for her hand, as he does when trying to calm her. “I take my vows seriously, Amelie, but I also want to protect not only the children, but you as well from all kinds of fears and pains. I knew how much the idea of the kids having sex would bother you, even though they are both safe about it. After all, you are the one who told them both to wait until marriage when we didn’t. I wish you’d told ME you were going to do that, because I would have tried to stop you.” he doesn’t use the word hypocrite, but it's implied.
Amelie had taken another sip of lemonade and the glass slammed down again “Mon dieu Felix! I told you I felt bad about that. You’re just going to hold it over my head for the rest of our lives? Why don’t you just come out with it and call me a hypocrite? While you sit there making it look so easy, and they tell you everything. Monsieur Perfecte.” She spits at him “And yes I’ve known our children have had sex. I knew for sure about Sasha and only about Gen when I saw the condoms in her purse. So you are afraid of pissing me off? Well congratulations Felix Beaulieu you have pissed me off even more by walking on eggshells and hiding everything. Is there anything else I should know? Because so help me god if I find out anything else after everyone else I will go drown myself in the ocean since no one wants me to know anyway.”
Felix has the sort of calm that winds up angering people more than anything. “I am not holding anything over your head, Amelie. And I am NOT perfect. Believe me.” he sighs because now he’s up against it. He wonders what else she should know. “Well, I knew that Gen was probably at Dante’s. He has his own room … Lydia gave him permission to have Gen over there. Her philosophy is that she can’t stop them, so they may as well be home and safe instead of having sex in the woods or someplace else they might get caught and arrested.” he pauses. “And I agree with her. As a matter of fact I’ve been thinking the last couple of days of building Sasha his own room. He already has my permission to use our old camping tent for him and Paige.” He inhales and exhales slowly, centering himself.
Amelie just stares at Felix for almost a minute after listening to all that. And then finally she says “You know Felix as much as I agree with some of the ideas behind keeping them safe by being permissive at home, do you not think there’s a lesson to be learned in self control when you have to work harder to pick your times? I mean if we just open up the garage and stick a giant bed in there with a schedule on the wall of when all the teenagers on the street can have a roll who are we helping? Lydia Alvin and her free love philosophies...maybe you wish you had married her!” She veering way of course now. “Because you sure as hell didn’t talk to me about Sasha having a room or a tent….our family tent where I nursed our babies….Felix why don’t I exist for you in this?” She’s crying now and slumping forward “I tell you EVERYTHING. I always have. Even when I fuck it up..” Swearing and crying and not making sense, Amelie is beyond upset now.
Felix takes his hand back to himself. “Kids don’t work like that anymore, Amelie. And I will not push my children away on antiquated and possibly bigoted Church teachings. Our oldest kids are not sex starved sluts. They ….” he stops when Lydia Alvin is dragged into the conversation. “I married the woman I loved, Amelie. But yes .. I’ve kept things from you .. for the same reason the kids have grown to keep things from you.” he is more upset than he’s been in some time. “You get so upset, I couldn’t even tell you about Auguste….” he stops as the name falls from his lips and turns his head, looking out of the dining room window and not at her at all.
Amelie rolls her eyes and makes a little snarling sound “I’m not even talking about religion. I’m not so naive as you think me Felix. No we didn’t wait until marriage, no our children didn’t. I didn’t actually expect them too..I dunno maybe I thought it would slow them down a little...just to pause before diving in and getting hurt. It hurts me so much that you all keep things from me. My heart is so full of love, even if I do it wrong sometimes. I’ve even been praying for Dante since I found out about his mother. I have compassion for him. But you keeping things from me hurts more than what I could chalk up to teenage angst. After all we’ve been through…..what do you mean August? What happened or will happen in the month of August that I don’t know?”
Felix sighs deeply. “The kids aren’t hurt, Amele. They’re both very much in love.” and then she asks about Auguste and he shakes his head. “Not the month. Auguste. My brother.” and here Amiele thought that Felix was an only child. He never said he was an only child but he sure never mentioned a sibling. But he did not talk about his family at all, as they had been estranged long before he met Amelie.
Amelie freezes and digests the words “Your brother? What do you mean your brother?” She’s truly perplexed by this. “I’ve met your whole family Felix…” Or so she thought.
Felix drops his face in his hands. “My parents do not speak Auguste’s name. He has disowned. Like he was never born.” his voice is disgusted. She knows how cold it is when his parents are around. “Auguste was ten years older than I am. When he was 20 he …. He came out of the closet as gay. My parents threw him out and disowned him. Disavowed him for sinning against God and shaming his family.” he scoffs. “When I met you … I tried so hard not to fall in love with such a religious woman, but I couldn’t help myself. But I admit … I was afraid to tell you about my brother …”
Amelie’s anger and compassion go to war in her. Flex was in so much pain. But this was a big omission, a really big one. Then she feels a bit of a stab about her religion but that she gets, given the parents. “You thought I would condemn him too?” She looks hurt but she also reaches for his hand “Even after Sasha told us about Marc? Felix this is a long time….I wish you had told me when we met. I would not have condemned him. I may not have understood back then. I think the kids...i think our children made me a better person than my parents made me….” she sighs and reaches her other hand across to the back of his neck “I would like to meet this Auguste if you’ll let me now….I feel like this is a big part of you I don’t know and I can’t believe it. But I love you and I’m here for you.”
Felix feels her hand on his and closes his eyes. He can feel the tears and does sob hen he feels her other hand on his neck. “Auguste had a very hard life after my parents disowned him. He … I tried … but he fell into drugs and sex. When he was 25 he was diagnosed with HIV … and overdosed on sleeping pills.” he looks at her then and tries not to be harsh. “When even one parent doesn’t support you, it can be deadly. That is why I support my children. I don’t want them to wind up like Auguste.”
Amelie had been rubbing at his neck and beginning to run her fingers through his hair soothingly. The story of Auguste was so horrible “Oh Felix…” Then he says the rest, which feels like a punch in her gut, and she lifts both her hands up and off his body completely stiffening up and glaring “You know what...I tried. I really really tried. But for some reason, even when I do that I’m still the enemy. And clearly I haven’t been worth your confidence for our entire relationship.” She snatches her glass from the table and walks into the kitchen, slamming it on the counter by the sink. Then she puts her hands down on the edge of the sink and just breaks down crying in sorrow and rage feeling unloved and unworthy of love but so angry that after all these years it would come to this feeling. She can’t see a way out.
Felix is exhausted. He wants to stand and go to her. Take her in his arms and tell her how much he loved her and always had. But he can only sit back in his chair. “I’ve never lied to you, Amelie.” but even that truth sounds defeated.
She turns toward him from her spot by the kitchen “The word lie is relative. A lie of omission still feels like a lie. We’re supposed to share each other’s sorrows, raise children together and back each other up. I feel like I’m doing this alone...with half the facts. I told you my biggest sorrow all of it, even the ugly parts I couldn’t look at. I didn’t leave a damn thing out. And then I find out 22 years later you had a brother who was gay, got kicked out by your parents, got HIV and overdosed? Felix, who are you? And who are we to each other?” She just quietly bursts into tears again and heads for the stairs, unable to stay in this nightmare with him.
Genevive stood at the top of the stairs in shock. She’d heard all of it and … it was a shock. But before she can think about it, she hears her mother’s final words and a foot on the bottom of the stairs. Pushing herself off of the wall she was leaning on, she tiptoes swiftly to the room she shares with Cath, quietly securing the door behind her until she hears the door to her parents bedroom slam shut. Looking over, she sees Cath murmur and roll over, but she doesn’t wwake. Gen can't move and doesn’t for a long time until she hears more footsteps. A door closes, but she realizes when the toilet flushes that it isn’t the door to her parents' room. Then she hears the door open and then another door and her father murmuring about there not being any blankets in French. He must be in the linen cabinet. Finally his footsteps head back downstairs and Gen remains leaning against the door for a few more minutes, before she moves to the foot of her bed and sits, burying her head in her hands.
Sasha quietly let himself into his family home and toed off his shoes at the door. The house was really silent. He peered around. Often his parents were up late watching TV or puttering in the kitchen but nothing. Then he noticed a mass on the couch and for a minute thought it might be Rene. Sometimes he snuck down to play video games and then crashed on the couch. Sasha moved to wake him and make him move knowing he’d get it from their mom if he was found doing it again but to his shock it was his father. Why was his dad on the couch? Was one of them feeling sick? He didn’t even have a blanket. Sasha took a throw his mother had knitted from the back of the couch and gently laid it over his father. Curiously he lightly laid a hand on his forehead. No temperature. Hmmm….He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water trying to run the tap quietly.
Genevieve had been catnapping ever since she’d sat on her bed. But she was waiting on Sasha to come home. He’d probably be confused enough seeing their father on the couch with no context whatsoever. She plugged in her phone, but didn’t text Dante immediately. He was probably asleep. But she kept an eye on the time. A few minutes after eleven she heard the door downstairs and, a minute later the tap downstairs. She stood and tiptoed out of her room, closing the door behind her. She was in her pajamas and just lightly went downstairs, finding Sasha at the sink and looking up at him. Her eyes were not sad, or angry, or upset … perhaps a mixture of all of the above.
Sasha had heard the bottom stair creak ever so slightly and figured it might be his mom coming to get his dad, realizing he crashed on the couch. Not that they made a habit of that. But then he saw Gen and her expression worried him. He darted an obvious look towards their dad and then looked to the back door and pointed out, suggesting they talk on the back deck or in the yard. He downed his glass of water as the walk home had made him thirsty.
Genevive nods and heads out. There are Half a dozen lawn chairs in the grass and she picks one furthest from the house. She sits and when Sasha joins her she inhales and exhales deeply, then tells him all she overheard. Their mothers accusations and demanding to know what their father knew about them. Their father’s defense of them and his keeping their secrets. “He never told her anything I asked him specifically not to tell Maman and I’m sure nothing you specifically told her not to tell .. like the Christmas Mass he didn't talk about.” And then she tells about their uncle … and that whole bombshell … and how he’d been afraid, as she knew she often was, to share that with their mother. Finally, she blows out a breath … “She went upstairs and slammed the door .. and Pere is on the couch …” she finished.
Sasha leaned back in the chair and listened. His face went from irritation to shock to touched and then to an odd knowing look. “Papa told me about Uncle Auguste….when I went to him about Marc. I think he told me to help motivate me to be a better friend...knowing how alone his brother felt, how unloved…..I can’t even imagine. This puts him in a very difficult spot with her….I worry Gen….I worry about them.”
Gen leaned forward and clasped her hands between her knees. “I’m glad he did then, but I totally understand why he didn’t tell her. Especially after the whole wait until marriage ..and SHE didn’t.” she snorts. Then she nods. “Papa is just easier. Now I know at least some of why.” she blows out a breath. “Maman said she was praying for Dante and she has compassion for him. I’m glad of that. It’s a start, I guess. But … she …” she growls in frustration. “At the end she suggested there was somethin bad in her life … and Papa has never told me anything bad about Maman … which means he keeps her secrets the same ah he keeps ours. How can she be mad at him, Sasha? I mean … Papa keeps all of our secrets, plus his own and he does it to keep her from freaking out. Because Maman freaks out …. You know she does.”
Sasha laughs “It’s hypocritical for sure…..but also a tiny bit funny. I’m amazed I wasn’t born years sooner. Heck I could have been Paige’s age...not that she seems to care. And he is easier. I know. She said she prayed for Dante? I mean that’s nice of her...k what’s the deal with him? I got a vague statement out of Seamus but either he didn’t know or he didn’t tell.” He thinks about the idea of their mother having some terrible secret and sort of just shrugs “They’re mortal. Stuff happened in their lives. We won’t get to know it all probably….I dunno, I mean I think of Marc. Will he tell his kids if he has them about being bullied by small minded jocks in small town Manitoba? I get sometimes why people hold onto their stuff...but it’s hard. I can’t. I mean I just..” He makes a vomiting motion in front of his mouth “I just say everything all the time. I told Paige I loved her on our first date. It just…” He does the vomiting motion again and laughs.
Gen giggles. “Yea .. I’ve wondered about that, too. Maybe that’s part of the secret? Maybe she tried to get her virginity back through celibacy? Fuck if I know.” she bites her lip when Dante comes up and looks at him for a long time. “I’m gonna assume that eamus told you about the earthquake .. and the fog … Dante’s mother I guess lost everything. Or her job at least. And a couple of families went a little nuts and now their kids all live with Lydia … anyway in Dante’s ase .. his mother rented a hotel room at that creepy Olin place and hung herself. Dante found her and saw her.” she is blinking away tears. “And that’s why he’s in foster care and why he wa in that stupid fight club and why he sometimes does illegal things.” she looks at him, sniffs and sounds a little defensive. “But he’s trying to go legit.” she sighs about Mar. “He’s smart … so I’d think he would” she giggles, her tears vanishing at the vomiting motion. “Oh, I understand that. Dante told me that like the second day we were here … we’d met the first night and talked and talked ..and then the next day we were together all day and then .. he told me he loved me and I love him back. I’ve never felt anything like it, Sasha …” she blushes a little bit. “He was my first and he’ll be my last.” she proclaims.
Sasha cringes at the idea of getting virginity back through celibacy “Pretty sure that’s a one way trip.” He shrugs “Maybe they couldn't get pregnant? Maybe they grew you and I in a lab? I remember her being pregnant with Rene and Cath.” Then he listens closely about Dante and looks truly pained at the story of his mother and him finding her. He patted Gen’s hand on the arm of the lawnchair “I’m sure being with you helps him. I actually really enjoyed talking to him today. He seems like a good guy.” He smiles a bit at her story of love too “My friends and I have considered it’s this island. I know it’s weird but the fast and deep loves and even the friendships...I dunno….when you consider all the fog stuff right? When Maman texted me about that little quake we had we were on the ferry, Seamus and Iris and Paige and I. I thought Seamus was going to have a nervous breakdown until I could prove we still got texts and they announced the port.” Then Sasha smirks “First and last? Hmmm…..that’s sweet. Paige won’t be my first…..but she might be my last. I hope she is. She’s my otter.” His won’t be statement reveals something hasn’t happened yet.
Gen shrugs. “Maybe … who knows. I know Papa loves Mama so much … and loving her can’t be easy.” she sighs. “He’s cool. He wants to go to work .. of course his tattoos don’t help, but he knows the people who own the tattoo parlor, and he is going to ask them as soon as he .. well .. gets the courage up.” She considers that the island has something to do with it. “Ho knows … but if it is, for gods sake don’t tell Maman. She’ll call in an exorcist.” She looks sympathetic to Seamus’s breakdown. “Dante freaked out too. A lot of the people have been here a while did. So … I don’t know .. I know Dante didn't lie about the fog, but the reaction to that earthquake kind of cemented it to me. It really happened, Sasha.” Her eyes grow a little large. “Wait .. you and page haven't done anything?” she sounds shocked, but then considers. “Well .. no one has a car here, so … Dante can use his bedroom … because I’m not his first.” then she giggles. “Oh, you and your otters.” she giggles.
“Papa is strong. I worry though if he’s strong enough. They need…..they need friends. You know? I mean I know Papa is getting close to Grey...which could be odd because he’s Paige’s father but he’s so awesome. I hope he talks to him about this kind of thing. I hope Maman has friends. I know it’s a weird thing to wish for our parents but I know how much talking to Seamus helps me find my way. Even more than Marc if I’m being honest.” He nods about the tattoos “I noticed his hands and something on one arm but I couldn’t read it because he was spinning that kid around. “ He laughs. “But it would be an easier job for him to get. I’m applying at the deli tomorrow. I don’t think they’d hire me with fuck life on my fingers as I pass out sandwiches …..it’s just the way it goes. And yeah I believe them about the fog...too many people and too many things now. Dad knows. I don’t know how Maman would take it. She needs to see things….not just have faith...which is ironic I know. I mean she’s never seen Jesus.” He snickers a bit “I did notice he said he had his own room. Bonus for you two. But I win. Paige is thinking of getting her own place.” He does a little fist pump in the air and chuckles. And then he looks humble “I’ll spare you the dirty details. I wouldn't say Paige and I haven’t done anything...we just haven’t done everything.” He smiles a bit and then looks pained “This isn’t mine to tell but I trust you. I mean I lost my virginity at 14...and you probably figured out a few back in St. Pierre...anyhow, In Paige’s life, the guys before me weren’t very good to her. I think the one right before me..or the last one...she said she was scared of him and she let him. She didn’t call it rape but that’s how it sounds to me. So I didn’t want to push her into anything. I mean we’ve gone faster than we planned to but honestly it’s still all up to her. I don’t ever want her to feel that way ever again.” He blows out a breath.
Gen nods about their parents needing friends. “I think she is making friends … she mentioned Seamus’s mother, but … She might not like Seamus anymore because she thinks he’s a bad condom handing out influence.” she rolls her eyes. “God help her when she finds out Cath has a crush on him the size of Vanciuver island.” she hal smiles. “It’s a heart with his mother’s name, Selena, in it. But yea … it won’t help him get a.” she makes air quotes over the next two words. “Normal job.” She laughs and looks impressed. “When is she moving? I’ll cover for you hen you don’t come home for three days.” The smile fades when he talks about Paige and the last guy she was with. “That can be rough. I know you’d never do that and I think its sweet. With Dante .. he didn’t push .. it’s like .. we just … fell?”
Sasha laughs “I wish he’d just hand out condoms. He did give me a discount at least but I’m not assuming that’s every time. That would be funny if our moms became pals.” Then he looks at Gen like she has grown two extra heads “Cath does NOT have a crush on Seamus?! He’d be like ancient to her. I remember 11. I mean 11 is fill their mitts with snow level crushing on the playground…” Then he half hugs her “You’ve already been covering for me when I haven’t even been getting laid. Best sister ever.” He sighs, nodding “I know….and the falling….that was and is us too. This is what I mean about the island.”
Gen grins. “Dante gets his from the mainland, because hes underage and he doesn't want the Love Shack to get in trouble.” She rolls her eyes at his denial that Cath is crushing on Seamus. “Fine … I guess I read it wrong.” she chuckles and hugs her back. “And you’re the best brother ever.” she nods. “Yea but .. it’s not romantic .. I mean you and Seamus have been nearly inseparable since you met.”
Sasha thinks of the photo he accidentally sent Seamus earlier and suddenly can’t stop laughing. “No it’s not romantic. Although I accidentally sent him a selfie I took for Paige earlier….” He laughs and laughs “Ah what a day! We found the dog by the way...the shoe stealer! His name is Kester. He belongs to one of the teachers at the school. He was the last one we checked and then he took off with one of the cop’s shoes. Those guys were hilarious...both related to Seamus of course. Half the town is.” He smiles “And the vet is cool too and he offered half off for Taffy and Toffee’s next appointments...he’s Theo Alvin, Lydia’s son. You met him.” And then he jumps up and down in his chair “Oh...Oh oh….AND I got to slide down the fire pole! God what an amazing day. I hope it doesn’t end with our parents getting divorced.” He comes back down from the highs of his stories and exhales.
Gen laughs at it all. “I do love this place.” but then she also sighs. “Maman would never divore Papa.” she proclaims. “But Papa … he’ll never love anyone but Maman.” she bitesher lip. “I don’t know what to do. I mean I’m not giving up Dante just so Maman can be happy and I know you don't give up Seamus.” she doesn’t mention Cath’s misery if he did. “Rene and Cath are mom’s favorites … at least until they start having sex. SO maybe it’ll be one of those not divorces here Papa gets us and Maman gets Rene and Cath.” she shakes her head. “Maybe they just need time to themselves. Maybe once Paige moves out you can take Rene and Cath for the weekend. I’ll stay with Dante.” she smirks. “I mean … they have 4 kids … “ then she groans. “I really hope they’ve had sex more than 4 times.” she rolls her eyes.
Sasha shudders a bit “I’m not sure I want to even think about our parents even having sex 4 times….which is proably how they feel about us having sex at all….i mean at least Maman. I mean it would be weird on a I don’t even know what to call it. And I’m a guy so this won’t happen to me….but to you….to Paige..” He thinks “You grow a human in your body and then they come out. And maybe the idea of that human joining so intimately with a different human….well that could fuck with your head a bit. And how do Paige and I get the brats while you get alone time with your boyfriend in this scenario?” He laughs “I’m going to remember that someday if you and Dante have your own kids and ask me to babysit them!” He points at her to emphasize his point.
Gen considers that. “Yea … but that is how you keep humanity going. It’s not like either of us is screwing around on the dining room table or anything.” she rolls her eyes. “But yea, I can accept you having sex more than I can accept Papa doing it.” then she giggles. “Because you’re the oldest and are called on to make the sacrifices?” she offers. “We’ll take the brats when we’re old enough to have our own place. Dante’s actually really good with kids. Maman will bitch, but if nothing else, they will both always know how to spell fuck life.” she speaks as if it's a foregone conclusion.
Now Sasha has to joke “Well i hope you’ll cover for me if I want to screw on the dining room table. Gotta watch that thing though with the leaves….it could open right up and then you fall through the middle.” He laughs about the sacrifices and groans and then ponders the tattooed hands “You could see it a few ways...the fuck life tattoos….i mean given his past I suspect he made them when he felt really bad….fuck life.” Sasha does a double flip the bird gesture with a serious face. But now….with you and living with a nice family….maybe it’s like..” He opens his hands and gestures around with wonder “Fuck….” He smiles “Life….” He shrugs at Gen “Right?”
Gen gets a visual and cracks up. And then she smiles. “I like that …” she tells him. “I’m gonna tell Dante you said that. I love that … ts … redefining his tattoos.” she beams. “You have a job interview and I have sleep to catch up on. Lets go to bed. I’ll make you and Papa breakfast …. Or .. more like lunch.”
Sasha looks pleased with that, and tired. “Oh mon dieu yes….I am so tired. I better set two alarms. If I get the job I will bring us home lunch. It’s a sandwich place, remember? I’m glad we talked Gen. I feel like we’ve been walking parallel paths. I’m glad, not for our parents fighting, but for our being out here, so those paths could meet again. You really are the best sister. And I love you.”
No comments:
Post a Comment