The Move by Dineen Whitney

Author:Dineen, Whitney
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30

Lee and I spend two hours at the house together, and we only leave because she needs to go to the store to pick up a few things for dinner tonight.

When I get back to the factory, I check in with Emmie and tell her about my afternoon. She squeals, hitting a pitch previously reserved for kindergartners being sprayed by a firehose after eating their body weight in cotton candy. “You know this was all meant to be, don’t you?”

I never told my friend about the fortune-teller from my childhood, so I’m curious how she decided this was serendipitous. “How do you figure?”

“Look at the chain of events leading up to it. If Silver Spoons hadn’t been in trouble, they would have never tried to move you to Atlanta. That happening at the same time your apartment goes condo …” she lets the thought hang in the air for a moment. “What are the chances you’d be homeless and out of work at the same time?”

With a look of horror on my face, I answer, “I guess when you put it like that.” It’s true though. Both of those life altering events happened right after Emmie moved home—and she swore she’d never live in Creek Water again. Then I come visit and happen to run into the house of my dreams—the one I never realized I’d been dreaming about. I mean, of all the places I saw myself living someday, they were all in New York City and none of them looked like a three-story Victorian mansion.

I tell her, “I’ll see you at your aunt’s house for dinner tonight. I need to run upstairs and check on Bertie.” On my way to the second floor, I stop to pick up a couple of muffins at the coffee shop to tide us over. I figure now that I don’t live in New York City anymore, I need to find a place as good as Sarabeth’s Kitchen for my muffin fix. I’d best get researching that.

I stop on the second floor and return the keys to the receptionist of Frothingham Realty. I beat it out of there. My nervous system cannot handle seeing Emmie’s cousin right now. It needs a break to prepare for dinner tonight. Luckily, the whole family will be there, so I don’t have to be alone with him. I only have to watch him with Shelby. Good times.

I can tell my dad’s awake even before I open the door to his loft. He’s blasting Roberta Flack. “First Time Ever I Saw His Face” fills the air like the hauntingly tender ballad that it is. I walk in, and as expected, Bertie is performing his opening ballet that he likes to execute when he starts a new series.

He’s wearing cargo pants and nothing else. He has a paintbrush in his mouth as though it’s a rose, and he is doing the tango. There’s another in his right hand and he’s swaying side to side. He’ll graduate to the

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