For All You Have Left by Laura Miller

Author:Laura Miller
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Hope

“Lada, I had an extra coupon for that toothpaste you like, so I picked you up a tube,” Hannah says, charging into my apartment.

She stops when she sees Jorgen in the living room.

“Oh...hi,” she stutters apologetically. “I’m sorry; I didn’t know Lada had company.”

Jorgen laughs. “It’s fine. How are you, Hannah?”

Hannah looks as if she’s trying not to blush. She still turns into a thirteen-year-old, smitten school girl around guys that look like Jorgen. I’m not much better sometimes, but she’s definitely worse.

“Great,” she says and then absentmindedly sets the tube onto the counter.

I reach over the sink in the kitchen and pick up the toothpaste. “Thanks, Hannah.”

She looks as if she tries to respond to me, but instead uses all her efforts to fall gracefully into one of my barstools. I, meanwhile, catch Jorgen pointing to his eyebrow, eyeing Hannah and miming the word same. He has this goofy, surprised look on his face. I quickly lower my eyes and try to hold in a laugh, and I think Hannah notices.

“So, what are you two up to?” she asks.

I look up at Jorgen again. He’s still wearing that goofy grin.

“Nothing,” we both say, almost simultaneously.

Hannah sends me a suspicious look.

“No, seriously, we both just got off work,” I say.

She nods her head and pushes her lips together, seemingly satisfied.

“Oh!” she suddenly exclaims. “Lada, remember that book I said I wanted to borrow of yours—that one about the guy from Missouri. Can I borrow it?”

“Uh, sure, it’s on the shelf over there.” I gesture toward the living room. “Jorgen, can you grab it for her. It’s the one on the end with the tan-ish cover.”

Jorgen examines the shelf for a second and then slides a book toward him, sending something falling to the floor.

It catches Hannah’s attention, and I watch her face quickly turn curious as Jorgen reaches down to pick up the object.

“You still have that thing?” Hannah asks.

I look at what’s now in Jorgen’s hand.

“Hannah,” I whisper, trying to get her attention.

It doesn’t work, and she continues.

“We call that Lada’s hope,” Hannah says, gesturing with her eyes toward Jorgen’s hands.

Jorgen looks at the book.

“The pin,” Hannah clarifies. “Of Saint Michael.”

I watch as Jorgen’s eyes travel back to the pin in his hand, and I think that Hannah’s done.

“We have no idea where she got it from,” Hannah goes on. “It was just there that day.”

I freeze. I literally stop moving, breathing, all of it. In exactly five seconds flat, my mouth has gone completely dry, my mind has flashed to a blank canvas and I have lost every single one of my words—Every. Single. One. I wait for Jorgen’s eyes to find mine. They do only seconds later. He looks slightly confused.

Hannah doesn’t say anything else, and I’m more than thankful. At least she stopped at that. At least she spared him my whole life story. I’m still going to kill her, but at least she stopped before Jorgen had to witness it.

Silent moments pass, and I’m pretty sure just enough go by to make it awkward.

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