The Truest of Words by Georgina Guthrie

Author:Georgina Guthrie [Guthrie, Georgina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 9781623420789
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Goodreads: 18798979
Publisher: Omnific Publishing
Published: 2014-11-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

Change

No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change…

…This I do vow and this shall ever be;

I will be true…

(Sonnet 123)

WAITING FOR MY MOTHER at the arrivals gate, I second-guessed my decision not to let Daniel come with me to pick her up. But no, this was better. I wanted to see my mom first and spend some time with her before introducing her to Daniel.

I peered over the heads of the people in front of me, watching families and loved ones reuniting. Airports were great places to people-watch. When my mother finally breezed through the doors, pushing her luggage cart with one hand while holding her straw hat to her head with the other, I was caught off-guard by the emotional heft of seeing her.

Mom.

I squeezed through the crowd, waving to catch her attention. She smiled and waved back.

“Aubrey! Hi!”

I tried to speak, but a sudden tightness closed my throat, so I just laughed through my tears as she rushed down the exit ramp, wrestling with the cart whose wheels clearly wanted to go a different way. She hugged me fiercely, and my knees almost gave way as the familiar scent of perfume and peppermint chewing gum washed over me.

“Mom…”

“Oh, Aubrey. I missed you, honey.” She laughed, rocking me from side to side.

“I missed you too.”

I held onto her for a long time and then finally let go, rifling through my pockets for a Kleenex as she smiled and licked her thumbs, gently rubbing them under my eyes.

“Aw, sweetie. Come on, let’s get out of here. Which is the best way to go to get a taxi?” she asked. I relieved her of the meandering cart, and we headed for the exit.

I sniffed, recovering from my silly outburst and trying to regain my bearings. “Um, we don’t need to get a taxi. Daniel ordered a car service.”

“Daniel. That’s your new boyfriend?”

“He really wanted to drive me here to pick you up himself, but I wanted some time with you first. He booked us a car.”

“How thoughtful,” she said.

“He’s definitely thoughtful, Mom.” I pushed the cart down the sidewalk toward the waiting car.

The driver hopped out, popping the trunk and greeting my mother with a welcoming smile. My mom grinned at me as he held the door open for her and we clambered into the back seat while he dealt with her suitcase. She ran her hands over the leather seats.

“A Cadillac Escalade? Aubrey, there’s thoughtful, and then there’s saint-like.”

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