Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49114 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Now I just have to figure out if she’s drugging anything else. This was beginning to get complicated. As she left the room she looked back once and I thought for sure I’d been caught.
“I’ll think of something. You’re too green for me to trust at a time like this. After the wedding you can spend all the time in the world with him. That is unless I decide to give him a spin myself. I’m just a few years older than him after all.” Gross!
I looked down at the cup of coffee in my hand after she left and wasn’t sure what to do with it. Whatever I decide in the next few minutes could determine my mother’s fate. Hers and mine!
Since I wasn’t sure I took it back with me to my room and then went down to the kitchen to find an empty bottle to pour it into.
I decided on a bigger bottle just in case I have to spend the next few days doing the same thing. And until I come up with something else this approach looked like the only way to go for now.
I guess I’d made up my mind after all. To put my neck on the line. To do what’s right. I can’t let her do this. Yesterday in the midst of spilling my guts and saying more than I probably should, I’d also listened to Luke talk about his mother.
It was obvious that he loved the woman very much, so I guess it was fair to say Lisa’s worries were well founded. So shouldn’t I save myself from whatever was coming her way? Shouldn’t I get out from under this cloud before it was too late?
I hid the coffee well as my mind worked. I’d gone into survival mode again. I hadn’t endured five years of mini Lisas in vain. I just might be able to outsmart her if I’m careful. But I only have a few weeks in which to act. And I have no idea where to start.
I went through my things looking for something to wear and came across something I’d forgotten I had. My old digital audio recorder that I’d used for lectures at school.
As I turned it in my hand a thought took root and refused to let go. In this day of technology how can I go wrong protecting myself? Yes, this just might be the best idea I’ve had in ages.
I never really gave much thought about my true feelings for Lisa. I used to think that I had to love her because she was my mother. But after going hungry one time too many while she graced the cover of some tabloid with her latest victim.
While she lived it up on a yacht in the Greek Isles or was off smooching off some rich friend in the Alps, I’d learned that I didn’t like her very much. So it was no hardship for me to come to the conclusion that I did.
I felt good with my decision and even better about myself. I’d heard more than one whisper that I might be just like her. Apparently some people, mostly the young women I went to school with, and their mothers, seemed to think that because of my looks that the apple hadn’t fallen far from the tree.
I never understood their meaning. I didn’t look that much like mom and I certainly didn’t act like her. Sure there was a weird sensuality about my features.
The natural fullness to my pouty lips and their pink softness. The slight tilt to my eyes that made them seem more alluring and elusive than they really were.
And my hair, my wild coppery curls that shine fire red in certain lights, which I think is my best feature by far. But these things combined did not a sex kitten make.
All in all I was glad to come to the realization that I was nothing like her. That maybe those five years that she’d spared me her presence had been a blessing in disguise.
Luke
I was entirely in too much of a hurry to get back to her this morning. But after the thoughts I went to bed with last night and woke up with again this morning, I felt justified.
Until she came downstairs I hadn’t known just how hungry I was for the sight of her. I felt the smile begin in my heart and twitch at the corners of my lips.
Now, instead of seeing the demure dress she wore as a lure, now that my vision was clear of prejudice, I could easily see just how threadbare the dress actually was.
It wasn’t that she was wearing tight fitting too short clothes to catch a man’s attention. It’s that her clothes were years old and fit her that way after years of use.