Imperfectly Real by A. E. Woodward

Author:A. E. Woodward [Woodward, A. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction, Coming of Age, Romance, Contemporary
Amazon: B00GBJD650
Published: 2013-10-29T22:00:00+00:00

I smiled and picked up the small gift that had been slipped into the card. I held the plain white magnet between my fingers and examined it. There on the front was the outline of the borders of the great state of Maine. But the real kicker to the gift were the words inside the shape of the state. I wondered if it was meant to be a joke, or if it signified something greater. I read them again. ‘My Heart Belongs In Maine’.

Shane and I busied ourselves picking up the endless mounts of wrapping paper—having kids around during holidays certainly created more work. Mr. and Mrs. Sloan were slowly gathering their things to head back to their hotel for the evening, and I found myself hoping that Elizabeth would be staying with us. I wanted to be around her every chance I could because the fact of the matter was I didn’t know how long this would last, and I wanted to feel these feelings as much as possible.

As if sensing my optimism, Mrs. Sloan interrupted my thoughts. “Elizabeth, will you be joining us at the hotel?” Damn it, the woman could even cut people’s thoughts down.

Elizabeth looked up from scrubbing the countertops to speak to her mother. “No, I’m going to stay here and help Emma tidy up. I’ll meet you and Daddy at the airport tomorrow.”

Yes!

Now I just had to come up with a way to get some time alone with her without alerting anyone. If worst came to worst, I could always sneak into my room, where I knew she would be staying since I’d offer it up to her. No one should have to sleep in Rob’s room unprotected—God knows what you could catch in there. I just knew I had to talk to her. It was becoming obvious that my feelings were taking control of the situation and if I was honest, I was starting to doubt that I could stand the guessing game much longer. I needed to start figuring shit out … before I lost my mind.

Mr. and Mrs. Sloan left and the rest of the evening was uneventful. The girls put Felix and Emily to bed and we spent the remainder of the night finishing off my famous eggnog while watching the endless marathon of Chevy Chase’s “Christmas Vacation”. Emma and I took turns repeating lines of the movie—we knew it like the back of our hands. When we were younger it was our go-to movie—Christmas or not. I still said ‘eat my road red liver lips’ whenever the opportunity arose.

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