Christmas, her favorite season. It does not matter which day it was stretched or for Christmas week, the days when gifts are given to each other, they drink hot chocolate, wrapped in warm scarves, spend time with dear and close people. For Gillian, it was so. Was it because last year, she broke up with her husband, or was it in the year before last? Even Foster stopped counting the days. There was no point. This Christmas she will always spend time with her work colleagues, she smiles at them, then she will also spend time with her parents, once again, trying to prove to them that she is having fun. Although, perhaps, she again proves this to herself, ... but again, what's the difference?
Her only love for Christmas was complemented by that sweet atmosphere that reigned in her friend's family with his daughter. The woman so often spent all the days at home with them, that she even considered herself a part of their family, even if it was brazen of her. Everyone could not stand Cal for long, but she could. Softness, kindness, patience, care, boundless love and tenderness - that's what she could and wanted to give him, like his best friend, a close person to him by character, spirit.
Gillian leaned her forehead against the window, and sighed.
"Well, where is he, where? He promised to return, Foster thought. She even picked him a gift, a ticket from Emily's hat.
Who gives gifts to anyone was just her idea of fix. As Laitman would say, it's a good idea to save money without giving everyone a gift. Although it is possible, a gift is just an extra chance to make one person a little happier, at least for an instant, the opportunity to remind him that there are loved and close people nearby, whether they are close or close. So everyone thought, but again not Cal. For him, Christmas was just a holiday with his beloved daughter, whom he adored to please, and that's why he celebrated it.
Then someone touched Jillian by the shoulder, and she turned around. It was Emily. Foster smiled at her return smile. Although Em looked a little like her father, she had a different character, and she was less arrogant, picky, impudent, and really adored her, although she could not boast of the entire office than Laitman Sr..
-Jill. Gillian - Foster burst out of meditation, hearing her soft voice. - Everything is ready, a Christmas tree, a table and garlands. You probably need to change into Jill.
Gillian nodded and smiled. She was a little scattered, and hoped that Emily would not understand why. She waited and hoped, waiting for the only person she sometimes wanted to see, then kill with two hands, which she loved with all her heart, then she hated with all her heart - Cal.
"Yes, Um, I'm sorry." I thought a little. I'm going to change my clothes, then. By 8 everyone will come? And give you a ride? Foster smiled at the girl again.
- They're waiting for me ... We'll go together. - She said, hesitating. Emily did not know what her father would say when she found out who she was dating, so she was thinking about telling Jillian about it, asking her advice.
- Gil can I ask? "She hesitated again, and Jill watched with curiosity the change in the behavior of the little Miss Lightman.
- Of course Emily. She smiled gently, encouraging her. They sat down together on the sofa, and the woman took a comfortable pose to calmly listen to her. Gillian understood that a girl at that age needed advice from a woman, and apparently she did not get enough from Zoe, and Cal either did not know how to listen, or, like a man, he could not give her any practical advice.
-In general, if you, as my father, would know that I'm meeting with a guy whose relationship you would not like to have to say, to put it mildly? Amy looked at her feet, wiggling her toes. She was a little nervous, so she began to stroke herself on the knees.
Gillian watched the behavior of her body and speech. Even with close communication, she could not get rid of this, from observing whether a person is lying or not. You can see the constant contact with Cal, she sometimes harmed, though at work, albeit friendly, although she might have wanted another. The woman sighed.
"Well, as far as I know your daddy, he, as you see, is very difficult to please." Is he your age or older than you? Foster asked gently.
Emily did not have time to reply when Loker entered the room. He wanted to say immediately the first thing that came to his mind, but he kept his tongue in time, noticing that he had intervened in a slightly important conversation.
- Um ... did I get in the way? He asked, excitedly, while still gazing tenderly at Emily.
-No Eli. Come on in. " Said the brown-haired girl, shaking her head, and Loker sat next to her, taking her hand.
Gillian watched everything from afar, and very quickly figured out what kind of relationship she told Emily. She bit her lip and thought what to say to the two of them. She knew perfectly well how Cal would react to her daughter's statement, and she thought about how to bring it to her now.
- I'm very happy for the two of you. But ... you know this "but", now he's going from Afghanistan to here in the office and Loker you need the courage to speak with Cal. I'll try to help, but you know, he does not always listen to me. She smile to them.
Emily and Eli rushed to embrace Jillian tightly.
- Gil thank you very much. Said Loker, smiling at the woman. Foster was now in confusion because of such strong embraces, as the couple treated her.
"I really love Emily," he added, "and I really need your help with Em, because I do not want to be killed, but I really want to spend with Em all my life, and I want Cal to approve it."
Emily ran to Loker and kissed him gently on the lips. - I love you too. She whispered. "Let's go, take me home." We must still get ready.
Gillian smiled at them both, and in her mind a phrase appeared.
"Who would help me to be with Cal together. So I want love, cares, caresses from him. But maybe Emily can help me? She's kind of treating me well ... or maybe she treats me like that, because I'm her father's friend, but wants her parents to be together again? "
Gillian was sad. She closed the office of her office, and left the building to the street. A cool breeze was blowing, and the woman wrapped herself warmly in her beautiful winter coat with fox fur. The snow fell in small flakes, sometimes more often, sometimes less, twisting into beautiful patterns, and Foster involuntarily watched. Then she got into the car. There was an hour and a half left for the training, and by 8 it was necessary to appear in the restaurant. The woman started a car and drove home.