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be about eight years old.
Kurt crouched down to be closer to eye level
with her. She looked just like his aunt Madge. “Hi there,” he said in a gentle
voice, much like the one he used with his mother. “I'm Kurt,” he smiled.
Much to his surprise the little girl broke out
into a grin and stuck out her hand. He took her hand and gave it a shake.
“I'm Midge,” she barked out in a slightly
high-pitched voice. “I know who you are! Mommy has shown me pictures. You're a
soldier.” She looked at him with admiration and Kurt felt something he could
only describe as his heart fluttering. Little Midge would be the closest he
would get to having a niece and she already seemed like a delight. Plus, it was
sweet to know his aunt Madge still held him in high enough esteem to dedicate
time talking about him to her.
Kurt stood up and rubbed his hand over her hair
to give it a playful ruffle before reaching out to finally greet his uncle Bob
with a handshake. Just as he was about to comment on how odd it was that they
had a child about eight years old that he was only meeting just now, the front
door opened up once again. It was another aunt of his, one he wasn’t as close
to and had seen much more recently.
Nonetheless he greeted her warmly before going
around to give the appearance he was mingling without actually doing so. His
mother was a fan of these kinds of events. She was very much the type to think
big celebrations with family and friends were the best and warmest things in
life. Kurt, of course, was much more of a loner. As much as he liked to be in
control and make his own choices, he generally chose to make his mother happy
with these small gatherings because he loved seeing her filled with joy. Plus,
it didn’t exactly hurt to see family and old friends from years back.
As he reached for one of his favorite finger
foods, his mother’s specialty triangle-shaped ham sandwiches, the door opened
yet again. Kurt stopped, hand hovering over the sandwich platter.
There she was.
She
stood in front of the door with the sunlight gently falling around her like a
glow. Her long, auburn hair fell in waves over her shoulder and ended just
below her large, but perky breasts. She looked tall even though she was wearing
flat shoes and her tan looked especially pretty around her shining, hazel eyes.
It was Claradeene , who everyone always just called Claire. And she
had actually come to his party . Kurt gulped.
Never had he fallen for another woman the way he had fallen for Claire.
It all started senior year of high school when
the two of them started to grow closer. The more they talked and spent time
together, the harder he fell for her. But then she got with Tyler and
completely extinguished any thoughts Kurt had of romance between them. Still,
even after so many years, Kurt found himself mesmerized by the very sight of
her. She was even more beautiful now. Quickly, he looked over her shoulder, but
Tyler was nowhere in sight.
“ Claradeene ,” he said
as he walked up to her with a smile he was working to control.
She grimaced. “Since when do you call me that,
Kurt?”
He chuckled and shrugged. “Didn't know if you
preferred the formal version of your name now.”
She scoffed. “As if I'd ever choose being
called Claradeene over Claire! Come one now, I know
you know better than that. It doesn't matter how many years have passed.”
“And how have they passed? Last I heard, you
were engaged to Tyler.” His eyes instinctively flicked up to look over her
shoulder again even though the front door had long since closed behind her.
Even saying the words about her being engaged still made his stomach churn. He
didn’t want to think of her actually married to the guy, but that was
inevitable given how much time had elapsed since he had heard the news of their
engagement.
He saw her face fall slightly, but she tried to
play it off.
Kurt crouched down to be closer to eye level
with her. She looked just like his aunt Madge. “Hi there,” he said in a gentle
voice, much like the one he used with his mother. “I'm Kurt,” he smiled.
Much to his surprise the little girl broke out
into a grin and stuck out her hand. He took her hand and gave it a shake.
“I'm Midge,” she barked out in a slightly
high-pitched voice. “I know who you are! Mommy has shown me pictures. You're a
soldier.” She looked at him with admiration and Kurt felt something he could
only describe as his heart fluttering. Little Midge would be the closest he
would get to having a niece and she already seemed like a delight. Plus, it was
sweet to know his aunt Madge still held him in high enough esteem to dedicate
time talking about him to her.
Kurt stood up and rubbed his hand over her hair
to give it a playful ruffle before reaching out to finally greet his uncle Bob
with a handshake. Just as he was about to comment on how odd it was that they
had a child about eight years old that he was only meeting just now, the front
door opened up once again. It was another aunt of his, one he wasn’t as close
to and had seen much more recently.
Nonetheless he greeted her warmly before going
around to give the appearance he was mingling without actually doing so. His
mother was a fan of these kinds of events. She was very much the type to think
big celebrations with family and friends were the best and warmest things in
life. Kurt, of course, was much more of a loner. As much as he liked to be in
control and make his own choices, he generally chose to make his mother happy
with these small gatherings because he loved seeing her filled with joy. Plus,
it didn’t exactly hurt to see family and old friends from years back.
As he reached for one of his favorite finger
foods, his mother’s specialty triangle-shaped ham sandwiches, the door opened
yet again. Kurt stopped, hand hovering over the sandwich platter.
There she was.
She
stood in front of the door with the sunlight gently falling around her like a
glow. Her long, auburn hair fell in waves over her shoulder and ended just
below her large, but perky breasts. She looked tall even though she was wearing
flat shoes and her tan looked especially pretty around her shining, hazel eyes.
It was Claradeene , who everyone always just called Claire. And she
had actually come to his party . Kurt gulped.
Never had he fallen for another woman the way he had fallen for Claire.
It all started senior year of high school when
the two of them started to grow closer. The more they talked and spent time
together, the harder he fell for her. But then she got with Tyler and
completely extinguished any thoughts Kurt had of romance between them. Still,
even after so many years, Kurt found himself mesmerized by the very sight of
her. She was even more beautiful now. Quickly, he looked over her shoulder, but
Tyler was nowhere in sight.
“ Claradeene ,” he said
as he walked up to her with a smile he was working to control.
She grimaced. “Since when do you call me that,
Kurt?”
He chuckled and shrugged. “Didn't know if you
preferred the formal version of your name now.”
She scoffed. “As if I'd ever choose being
called Claradeene over Claire! Come one now, I know
you know better than that. It doesn't matter how many years have passed.”
“And how have they passed? Last I heard, you
were engaged to Tyler.” His eyes instinctively flicked up to look over her
shoulder again even though the front door had long since closed behind her.
Even saying the words about her being engaged still made his stomach churn. He
didn’t want to think of her actually married to the guy, but that was
inevitable given how much time had elapsed since he had heard the news of their
engagement.
He saw her face fall slightly, but she tried to
play it off.
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