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Authors: Lynda Meyers
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cups and on through to now, but I want you to listen to me: I don’t want you to wait any longer.
We’re seventeen Brendan. You need to kiss a girl. You need to be with someone who can love you back. You used to tell me that your mouth went dry when you looked at me. I would tease you that it was just the pot, but I knew exactly what you meant. Find someone who makes your mouth go dry and kiss her and give your heart to her and don’t let her go. Promise me you will. Please.
Lastly, I want you to promise me you won’t try to kill him. He’s twice your size and he’s a mean son of a bitch. Believe me. I know you’ve got an angry side and I have to warn you, my journals are pretty raw. I didn’t exactly plan on anyone reading them when I started writing it all down, but I’m trusting you with this information, so please, don’t do anything stupid. You’ll end up rotting in jail or trying to jump after me and I’m telling you neither one of those are worth it.
You’re smart and funny and creative–don’t waste your life on anger and self-pity. Do the thing that makes you happy Brendan, and whatever you do, don’t settle for someone else’s dreams. Write your own story.
My priest says that God can’t forgive suicide, but if he can forgive what’s been done to me, then he’s going to have to forgive what I’ve done too, right?
Know that I loved you. And if it’s possible at all, I’ll be watching out for you. Me and the angels, that is…
All my heart,
Tess
Brendan let the breath out of his lungs and leaned back against the coolness of the bricks, trying to wrap his brain around all that he’d just read. These were things he’d known in the deep places of his heart somehow, but hearing their truth ring out from the pages of her letter somehow wrapped around the aching void and held it firm.
“I love you too, Tess” he whispered out into the approaching dusk. “I always did.”
He thought about what she said. What kind of a guy made it to eighteen and had never kissed a girl? Maybe the kind that knew the truth deep down: that anything worth keeping was worth waiting for.
CHAPTER SIX
"People should know when they are conquered."
"Would you, Quintus? Would I?"
Gladiator
"I had lunch with Frank Evans today."
"Really?" Paige was cutting up vegetables, getting ready to make a stir-fry.
The twisting knots returned to Nate’s stomach with each mention of the man. "He couldn’t stop talking about you."
"About me?"
"Yeah. Apparently you’ve really wowed him. He said if he hadn’t made a promise to Kevin, he’d be offering you an incredible jump ship opportunity."
"I don’t see what a promise should have to do with it. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of man that worries much about making promises–or keeping them, for that matter."
"He really got under your skin, didn’t he?"
She stopped cutting and looked over at Nate. "Look who’s talking."
His hands went up and he shook his head. "No argument there."
"He’s not just under my skin, Nate. It’s like it’s crawling with maggots." She started cutting again, but her hand gripped the knife so tightly that it shook with the effort.
Nate moved in behind her and held on. She let go of the knife and held onto his arms instead. "Maybe you should ask Kevin to put someone else on this job."
She shook her head. "No can do. He hand picked me for this and took all my other clients away on purpose. According to him, the future success of our company is very much at stake. He made that ultra clear."
She turned to face him and put her arms around his neck. "I’m supposed to make him happy and do whatever he asks, even if it’s above and beyond the call of duty."
Nate’s eyes intensified.
"Apparently that’s the way the world works. He gives us his business and then he tells two friends, and then they tell two friends, and on it goes until Kevin’s firm is on the top of the dog pile."
"Yeah, I know
We’re seventeen Brendan. You need to kiss a girl. You need to be with someone who can love you back. You used to tell me that your mouth went dry when you looked at me. I would tease you that it was just the pot, but I knew exactly what you meant. Find someone who makes your mouth go dry and kiss her and give your heart to her and don’t let her go. Promise me you will. Please.
Lastly, I want you to promise me you won’t try to kill him. He’s twice your size and he’s a mean son of a bitch. Believe me. I know you’ve got an angry side and I have to warn you, my journals are pretty raw. I didn’t exactly plan on anyone reading them when I started writing it all down, but I’m trusting you with this information, so please, don’t do anything stupid. You’ll end up rotting in jail or trying to jump after me and I’m telling you neither one of those are worth it.
You’re smart and funny and creative–don’t waste your life on anger and self-pity. Do the thing that makes you happy Brendan, and whatever you do, don’t settle for someone else’s dreams. Write your own story.
My priest says that God can’t forgive suicide, but if he can forgive what’s been done to me, then he’s going to have to forgive what I’ve done too, right?
Know that I loved you. And if it’s possible at all, I’ll be watching out for you. Me and the angels, that is…
All my heart,
Tess
Brendan let the breath out of his lungs and leaned back against the coolness of the bricks, trying to wrap his brain around all that he’d just read. These were things he’d known in the deep places of his heart somehow, but hearing their truth ring out from the pages of her letter somehow wrapped around the aching void and held it firm.
“I love you too, Tess” he whispered out into the approaching dusk. “I always did.”
He thought about what she said. What kind of a guy made it to eighteen and had never kissed a girl? Maybe the kind that knew the truth deep down: that anything worth keeping was worth waiting for.
CHAPTER SIX
"People should know when they are conquered."
"Would you, Quintus? Would I?"
Gladiator
"I had lunch with Frank Evans today."
"Really?" Paige was cutting up vegetables, getting ready to make a stir-fry.
The twisting knots returned to Nate’s stomach with each mention of the man. "He couldn’t stop talking about you."
"About me?"
"Yeah. Apparently you’ve really wowed him. He said if he hadn’t made a promise to Kevin, he’d be offering you an incredible jump ship opportunity."
"I don’t see what a promise should have to do with it. He doesn’t strike me as the kind of man that worries much about making promises–or keeping them, for that matter."
"He really got under your skin, didn’t he?"
She stopped cutting and looked over at Nate. "Look who’s talking."
His hands went up and he shook his head. "No argument there."
"He’s not just under my skin, Nate. It’s like it’s crawling with maggots." She started cutting again, but her hand gripped the knife so tightly that it shook with the effort.
Nate moved in behind her and held on. She let go of the knife and held onto his arms instead. "Maybe you should ask Kevin to put someone else on this job."
She shook her head. "No can do. He hand picked me for this and took all my other clients away on purpose. According to him, the future success of our company is very much at stake. He made that ultra clear."
She turned to face him and put her arms around his neck. "I’m supposed to make him happy and do whatever he asks, even if it’s above and beyond the call of duty."
Nate’s eyes intensified.
"Apparently that’s the way the world works. He gives us his business and then he tells two friends, and then they tell two friends, and on it goes until Kevin’s firm is on the top of the dog pile."
"Yeah, I know
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