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Authors: Brenda Barrett
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trade places with one of you any day. My mother is a former prostitute who did drugs. I was a drug baby, remember? They had me in rehab when I was born. I really wish I didn't know all of that. I have nightmares that some of those drugs destroyed my brain cells. I am going to need my brain cells for med school."
"They did destroy some of your brain cells." Caitlin chuckled. "You have serious mental issues."
Brigid laughed. "Whatever, man."
Della felt her headache sliding away. She relaxed into her seat. Her sisters were the antidote to her churning, searching mind.
"Thanks guys," She signed.
They nodded. She didn't need to explain that being around them made her feel better.
Chapter Eight
Dear Luca,
Merry Christmas. How are you spending your Christmas? Are you with family and friends and having a crazy time? Usually my sisters and I would go to Patricia's place to spend the day.
Patricia usually hosts Christmas dinner for us and her family, but this year, Patricia is not around, and my sister Hazel is getting married. I don't approve of this marriage but Hazel has always been stubborn and she has her reasons for marrying a man that is sixty-five years older than she is. He wants to teach his children a lesson and she wants his money. She thinks it is a fair trade.
I think that it's a crazy idea and ironic, really. When we were younger, Hazel was the sister who would describe her wedding in vivid details. Her groom was always a young, handsome, dashing guy and they would tie the knot in a formal wedding at a cathedral. Brigid, Caitlin and I would be her bridesmaids and her best friend from high school, Kenzy, would be her maid of honor.
She always said she wanted to wear an ivory dress. Patricia would give her away and she would march up the aisle to the sound of violins.
We always teased her that it sounded over the top and a little bit too movie production-ish, but I am telling you right now, I would much prefer that she had her movie production wedding and that she was getting married to a guy who genuinely loved her as she loved him.
Right now I wouldn't mind if she released doves, or did a sand ceremony, or jumped the broom, or any of the little things that she used to talk about. I wouldn't mind if she had four pastors officiating and a million and one formalities that lasted for four hours.
I would give anything to be a party to her youthful plans right now. I imagine that we would be in her room somewhere helping her to get into her elaborate wedding dress and laughing and chatting and reminiscing about our younger days. Instead, she is the first of us to get married and it is like a cold, clinical exercise. It's kind of like a let-down actually.
When I get married I want to be sure. I want to have mad chemistry with my husband to be. I want to love him so much that it hurts not to have him around.
My dream changed recently and in all of them these days I have always ended up clutching a ring with the name Givens. I have no idea what it means. My sister Brigid joked about it; she said maybe it means that I am going to marry a guy with that name.
I don't know, though. I am stupidly hoping that the guy for me is a guy named Lawson. You know him? Tall, handsome dude with gray eyes?
Just kidding. I am mature enough to know that this thing that I have for you will eventually fade. It's a phase. Like that time when my sisters and I had a serious crush on the new gardener at Magnolia House.
Every day when Dewy came to cut the lawn or to trim the trees we would look at him and salivate. He was so cute, but little by little we changed. A year later we were wondering what on earth we ever saw in Dewy. He couldn't string two intelligible sentences together to save his life.
Maybe you can't string two sentences together. Maybe you are just a pretty face, Luca Lawson.
It would be funny if you can't even read. I am warning you that whatever I have for you would crash instantly. That is the spell breaker,
"They did destroy some of your brain cells." Caitlin chuckled. "You have serious mental issues."
Brigid laughed. "Whatever, man."
Della felt her headache sliding away. She relaxed into her seat. Her sisters were the antidote to her churning, searching mind.
"Thanks guys," She signed.
They nodded. She didn't need to explain that being around them made her feel better.
Chapter Eight
Dear Luca,
Merry Christmas. How are you spending your Christmas? Are you with family and friends and having a crazy time? Usually my sisters and I would go to Patricia's place to spend the day.
Patricia usually hosts Christmas dinner for us and her family, but this year, Patricia is not around, and my sister Hazel is getting married. I don't approve of this marriage but Hazel has always been stubborn and she has her reasons for marrying a man that is sixty-five years older than she is. He wants to teach his children a lesson and she wants his money. She thinks it is a fair trade.
I think that it's a crazy idea and ironic, really. When we were younger, Hazel was the sister who would describe her wedding in vivid details. Her groom was always a young, handsome, dashing guy and they would tie the knot in a formal wedding at a cathedral. Brigid, Caitlin and I would be her bridesmaids and her best friend from high school, Kenzy, would be her maid of honor.
She always said she wanted to wear an ivory dress. Patricia would give her away and she would march up the aisle to the sound of violins.
We always teased her that it sounded over the top and a little bit too movie production-ish, but I am telling you right now, I would much prefer that she had her movie production wedding and that she was getting married to a guy who genuinely loved her as she loved him.
Right now I wouldn't mind if she released doves, or did a sand ceremony, or jumped the broom, or any of the little things that she used to talk about. I wouldn't mind if she had four pastors officiating and a million and one formalities that lasted for four hours.
I would give anything to be a party to her youthful plans right now. I imagine that we would be in her room somewhere helping her to get into her elaborate wedding dress and laughing and chatting and reminiscing about our younger days. Instead, she is the first of us to get married and it is like a cold, clinical exercise. It's kind of like a let-down actually.
When I get married I want to be sure. I want to have mad chemistry with my husband to be. I want to love him so much that it hurts not to have him around.
My dream changed recently and in all of them these days I have always ended up clutching a ring with the name Givens. I have no idea what it means. My sister Brigid joked about it; she said maybe it means that I am going to marry a guy with that name.
I don't know, though. I am stupidly hoping that the guy for me is a guy named Lawson. You know him? Tall, handsome dude with gray eyes?
Just kidding. I am mature enough to know that this thing that I have for you will eventually fade. It's a phase. Like that time when my sisters and I had a serious crush on the new gardener at Magnolia House.
Every day when Dewy came to cut the lawn or to trim the trees we would look at him and salivate. He was so cute, but little by little we changed. A year later we were wondering what on earth we ever saw in Dewy. He couldn't string two intelligible sentences together to save his life.
Maybe you can't string two sentences together. Maybe you are just a pretty face, Luca Lawson.
It would be funny if you can't even read. I am warning you that whatever I have for you would crash instantly. That is the spell breaker,
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