Ellie tried her best to get Kyle to go with her, but he was rather frank about the matter. Hell no. He would not go.
"Why would I want to see someone who thought I was freak," Kyle looked at her as if she could go to hell too. Ellie had a feeling he already knew about the Amanda and Eric situation. She supposed it would have to wait to discuss it with him. She had to see Leia.
And when she did get to the QL facility, Ellie had a melt down. She thought she could face Leia, but there Leia was in a wheel chair and her eyes were all a flutter. Leia couldn't see. Her voice slurred, as well. All Ellie could do was hold her hand and try not to think how vibrant she once was.
Leia grinned.
"I know who this is," Leia laughed. She was excited to see her.
"You do?" Ellie couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, girl, you are still working those hands. Crocheting. Right?"
"Yes, of course." Only Ellie hadn't done any crocheting in a while. Not since Lon. She didn't know why. It wasn't something he would have forbidded her to do.
"Can you- can you make me a hat?" Leia smiled.
"I'd love to." Ellie told her.
"My hairs all nappy since they shaved it. God, I must look awful," She kept looking at something else, not Ellie, but she kept her smile.
"You don't look awful." Ellie did her best not to start crying. There was this huge feeling of emotion that she was thankful that Leia looked as wonderful as she did. "What? What color would you want me to make your hat?"
"Purple," Leia held on to Ellie's hand tightly. "And I want a pink flower on it. Like the ones you used to make. Do you remember how?"
"I think so." Ellie then promised Leia a hat. It was the least she could do.
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
on the other side
Roger just wasn't going to question it. He wasn't. He knew he'd get it enough once Ellie got home. She'd ask him, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, ROGER?"
Well, he wanted to tell her he was enjoying himself. Finally. Although, that felt a little selfish to admit. It wasn't exactly like that with Olivia. It was what it was. And he was glad he hadn't missed out on it. He guessed he had a lot of catching up to do.
After they showered they found the pancake mix and all the fixings for a delicious breakfast. Which he had to admit was as much fun making as it was eating.
"Call me old fashion, but nobody does it better than Aunt Jemima," Roger smirked when he handed over the syrup to Olivia. "Her pancake mix alone is the best of all pancake mixes." No need to do anything original. And the bacon was extra crispy too. So they ate pancakes and washed it all down with glasses of milk. It was the best. This was the best. They'd made love twice, once in the dark then in the daylight. See, it could happen anytime, he told himself. Anytime. It was as if he'd caught the moment and ran with it, and it only seemed to be picking up the momentum, and then Olivia's cell rang. Everything suddenly came to an end.
Roger took the dishes in the kitchen while Olivia went to the livingroom with her cell. She was in his sweat pants and black tank. He liked her in his clothes. They could lounge around all day. He expected too. He'd call in sick. It would be so cozy and.....
Roger came into to the livingroom to find Olivia crying.
"What happened?"
"My aunt hates me," Olivia managed to say. "She's so mad. She's so angry at me. She says I can't live there anymore." Olivia squinted more tears.
"What? Is she crazy?" Roger winced.
"She even used the F word." Olivia blubbered. "I didn't even think she knew that word."
Roger put his arm around Olivia.
"It'll be OK. You can stay here." He could live with that, couldn't he? He'd been wanting that actually.
"I'll have to get my stuff. I want my laptop." She cried more.
He knew she loved her laptop. It was important to her. All of her writing was on it.
"We'll get it and the rest of your stuff too."
"What's my Dad going to think?" She looked at Roger.
"Let him think what ever he wants," Roger shrugged. "It'll be fine. It will. And you can't let him or your Aunt or anyone else make you feel bad about this. Because one day, they'll wish they hadn't made such a big deal out of it."
Only he really hadn't planned on any of this. He really wished Lon was home. Roger could definitely use his help right now.
Well, he wanted to tell her he was enjoying himself. Finally. Although, that felt a little selfish to admit. It wasn't exactly like that with Olivia. It was what it was. And he was glad he hadn't missed out on it. He guessed he had a lot of catching up to do.
After they showered they found the pancake mix and all the fixings for a delicious breakfast. Which he had to admit was as much fun making as it was eating.
"Call me old fashion, but nobody does it better than Aunt Jemima," Roger smirked when he handed over the syrup to Olivia. "Her pancake mix alone is the best of all pancake mixes." No need to do anything original. And the bacon was extra crispy too. So they ate pancakes and washed it all down with glasses of milk. It was the best. This was the best. They'd made love twice, once in the dark then in the daylight. See, it could happen anytime, he told himself. Anytime. It was as if he'd caught the moment and ran with it, and it only seemed to be picking up the momentum, and then Olivia's cell rang. Everything suddenly came to an end.
Roger took the dishes in the kitchen while Olivia went to the livingroom with her cell. She was in his sweat pants and black tank. He liked her in his clothes. They could lounge around all day. He expected too. He'd call in sick. It would be so cozy and.....
Roger came into to the livingroom to find Olivia crying.
"What happened?"
"My aunt hates me," Olivia managed to say. "She's so mad. She's so angry at me. She says I can't live there anymore." Olivia squinted more tears.
"What? Is she crazy?" Roger winced.
"She even used the F word." Olivia blubbered. "I didn't even think she knew that word."
Roger put his arm around Olivia.
"It'll be OK. You can stay here." He could live with that, couldn't he? He'd been wanting that actually.
"I'll have to get my stuff. I want my laptop." She cried more.
He knew she loved her laptop. It was important to her. All of her writing was on it.
"We'll get it and the rest of your stuff too."
"What's my Dad going to think?" She looked at Roger.
"Let him think what ever he wants," Roger shrugged. "It'll be fine. It will. And you can't let him or your Aunt or anyone else make you feel bad about this. Because one day, they'll wish they hadn't made such a big deal out of it."
Only he really hadn't planned on any of this. He really wished Lon was home. Roger could definitely use his help right now.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
at breakfast
Ellie met her Mom for breakfast. It was a nice bakery in the old market. Her Mom ordered them quiche and fresh fruit only Ellie had lost her appetite. She kept thinking about Eric with Amanda. How could he? How could she?
"What's the matter?" Her mother asked.
"Nothing." Ellie looked at her blankly.
"How's that Lon?"
Ellie just stared at her. Finally she figured out she wasn't talking about the lawn. Then it came to her. He'd said he loved her, and she didn't know how to respond to that. Exactly.
"Oh," She smiled first then thought it wouldn't be right to smile. She might figure it out. Put two and two together. "Great, he's working now."
"I like him. I'm glad he's there with you and -and what's his name?"
"Roger." Ellie looked at her point blank. She could never remember his name and never thought of him actually being a male. He was just another girl to her mother.
"Yeah." She laughed as she ate mouthfuls then of the crusty quiche.
Ellie bit into a strawberry, but it didn't have any taste. This bothered her about Amanda. Should
she tell Kyle about this?
"What's the matter?" Her Mom noticed she wasn't eating. "Don't tell me you're on a diet of some kind?"
"No. uh, I found out Leia's been in an accident. She's in rehabilitation right now. I'm going to see her this morning."
Of course, her mother wanted to know about the motorcycle accident. They talked about how Leia used to be. Ellie felt like crying because Leia wasn't who she used to be.
"What's the matter?" Her mother asked.
"Nothing." Ellie looked at her blankly.
"How's that Lon?"
Ellie just stared at her. Finally she figured out she wasn't talking about the lawn. Then it came to her. He'd said he loved her, and she didn't know how to respond to that. Exactly.
"Oh," She smiled first then thought it wouldn't be right to smile. She might figure it out. Put two and two together. "Great, he's working now."
"I like him. I'm glad he's there with you and -and what's his name?"
"Roger." Ellie looked at her point blank. She could never remember his name and never thought of him actually being a male. He was just another girl to her mother.
"Yeah." She laughed as she ate mouthfuls then of the crusty quiche.
Ellie bit into a strawberry, but it didn't have any taste. This bothered her about Amanda. Should
she tell Kyle about this?
"What's the matter?" Her Mom noticed she wasn't eating. "Don't tell me you're on a diet of some kind?"
"No. uh, I found out Leia's been in an accident. She's in rehabilitation right now. I'm going to see her this morning."
Of course, her mother wanted to know about the motorcycle accident. They talked about how Leia used to be. Ellie felt like crying because Leia wasn't who she used to be.
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