After a few words with Quincy, he hung up the phone and the two of us walked back to the kitchen table. Dale had yet to let go of my hand and I was far from pulling it away. I let my parents do all the talking, or cross examining if you prefer. All that was missing was the hot light point in Dale’s face as they grilled him. I was never so happy when a knock came to the door. “It’s time to go,” my mother called out, loudly after she had answered the door. I had finally realized that my mind must have been wrapped too tightly around me going to the same college as Dale when I finally noticed his hot rod was in my driveway. “Is that convertible yours, boy?” asked my father, visibly excited. “Yes it is, Sir. It’s a …show more content…
“There is no bill, sir,” said Dale, evenly. “My father sends them an endowment once in a while when they need a new building or some extra grant money. Besides, if Clara will have me as her husband once we graduate, why would…” “Is that a Rolls-Royce,” my mother said, breathlessly in stunned wonder. “Yes, Mrs. Newton. It’s the new Rolls-Royce called the Wraith. By the look on Quincy’s face, we should go.” “What is wrong?” I asked. “When he looks like he had stayed out in the sun too long that can only mean he had spoken to my mother about the two of us. He was never able to keep his mouth shut,” Dale growled. “Your mother isn’t happy about the two of us,” I asked, overly concerned. “But, we had yet to have our first date.” “She has this princess in mind for me to marry.” I snatched my hand out of his, forgot they were still stuck together, and was about to turn and run back into my house. It was one thing to compare myself to the girls at the school who has boys walking into walls, falling down stairs and tripping over their own feet, but a princess! “I don’t know why you are cross with me,” Dale said, quickly. “My father likes her as much as I do, and I can’t stand to even talk with her over the… phone. I have already told my father about you and he’s very happy for me.” “You aren’t just spinning my head around gumdrops?” I asked, fearfully. Before Dale had a chance to
“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Derek said with a smirk on his face. Together we walked through the long hall and made small talk. I found that the more time I spent with him, the more I began to trust him.
“I heard my mom talking to someone on the phone about my Dad... and that I might be targeted because of him.”
“You may be exaggerating a little,” he said holding her hands. “Come on… I doubt your mother is that bad?” Pete gazed out the window.
"Jae, you talk to her. You're more calm," my dad, tried to, whisper into my my mom's ear.
“ My mom is gonna see me and she will try and break the window and jump at him and she would begin falling and I would have to save her. Then I will be stuck with her forever again.”
"Something has come up," he said. "Mom was telling me on the phone while you were in the shower. She wanted me to go home straight away, but I said I wanted to say goodbye to you first."
“I’m sorry. Am I in some kind of family matter?” I asked feeling a little out of place.
The boy seems to glance at her clothes before commenting, "Your apparel is of a royal."
“Really? Maybe she opened up and told you all of this because of your resemblance to her late mother,” her mother suggested.
“I guess, well,” clearly a bit uncomfortable, Roy paused. “I wish I knew how to prepare for questions he might have or things like that. Do we tell him that we know where his aunt is, but she doesn’t want him? Or what? And how do we reassure him that it is okay to trust me and my family? Stuff like that I
“That 's right son; he sure does,” Henry smiled. “Now, let 's get in there and eat, before your mama gets mad at us for making her wait any longer.”
“Father, do you think that my mother will die before my wedding?” Her father tensed at the question.
“I think having servants serving us and this car say quite a bit, Eric,” said my mother.
“The stable boy? But why? I thought you loved my father,” she said, looking a little confused.
It was Halloween and, being the super mature teenager that I was, I went trick-or-treating. Going house to house and getting practically thrown at with candy just seemed entirely worth it. Considering I was 5,3, I wasn 't surprised that I could pull off being a 12-year-old for one night without calling attention to myself.