In response to the review about my portrayal of Carter - I know the way I
have showed him is totally the opposite to the way he is but it really
helps the story and don't worry - he does change in a few chapters.
CHAPTER THREE - A mint choc chip moment
Luka is sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen as I storm in, throwing my bag across the room, and slumping dramatically into a chair. As my parents say, I am a bit of a drama queen at times. "Having some problems?" asks Luka, looking up from his charts. "You could say that." "Why aren't you at your dad's?" After I don't answer he nods understandingly. "You want to talk about it?" I shrug. "Should I get my good friends Ben and Jerry?" I smile at him and sit opposite him and as he goes to the freezer and gets out a tub of ice cream. "Hey, mint choc chip!" I exclaim. "My favourite!" Luka grins. "Mine too." "Mum hates it." "She's not a fan of mint." "I don't know why not." "Okay miss, stop changing the subject with entertaining ice cream talk and tell me what's up." I take a bite of the ice cream and shrug. "Dad's just..I went over there and he flipped out." "About your eyebrow?" "Yup. He asked why I mutilated myself. Then he asked if I was rebelling against him, or mum, or you." "Ah yes, why would you not want to rebel against the commie wife stealer?" "You know he calls you that?" "Course I do. But what else? This cannot all just be about a piercing." "He knows nothing about me. He didn't know my favourite color, my favourite band, my best friend. He didn't even know what color my eyes are." I decide to test Luka. I close my eyes. "What color are my eyes?" "Hazel, like your mum's." "Exactly. See, why doesn't he know that?" Luka sighs. "I do not know. But you know what I do know?" "Eight languages?" "Yes.but no. I know that your father loves you. Very much." "He loves Johnny more," I grumble. "I know sometimes it seems that way, but it's not true. You are his first born and his only daughter." "I suppose. But with you and mum, I don't feel that you love Anja more. It just seems equal." "I think that is maybe just because Anja's so much younger than you so it's obviously different between you, whereas Johnn'ys only three years younger than you so it does not seem as fair." "Hmm, maybe." "You know, you are going to have to explain this to your mother?" "I know. I'll do it and I'll do it well." Luka grins a ruffles my hair. I scowl at him and ran my fingers through it, which only makes Luka's grin bigger. I lean over and look at the chart. "What is it?" "Um.ninety six year old man with end stage lung cancer." "Oh." I know cases like these hit Luka hard. He may look all tough and act it, and he can sure stand up for himself, but he's a real softie. "Hmm. He's fascinating though. I mean, sometimes he seems fine and he tells wonderful stories, and all about his children. When I get old I want to be able to tell all these great stories. Granted I don't really want to get old, but, the time will eventually come." The door opens and mum walks in, carring Anja, who is wearing a little pink onesie. "Luka, honey, I-" She stops as she sees me. "Bailey, what are you doing here?" "I had a fight with dad and didn't really feel like staying." Mum shrugs and places Anja in her high chair. "Okay. You want me to talk to him." It's my turn to shrug. "If you want. I don't what him to yell at you." "Well, since you're here, could you please feed An for me?" "Sure." I go to the cupboard and get out a jar of baby food. "Mum?" "Bailey?" "Please don't call dad. I don't want him to get mad at you or Luka." "Alright baby, I won't call him."
CHAPTER THREE - A mint choc chip moment
Luka is sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen as I storm in, throwing my bag across the room, and slumping dramatically into a chair. As my parents say, I am a bit of a drama queen at times. "Having some problems?" asks Luka, looking up from his charts. "You could say that." "Why aren't you at your dad's?" After I don't answer he nods understandingly. "You want to talk about it?" I shrug. "Should I get my good friends Ben and Jerry?" I smile at him and sit opposite him and as he goes to the freezer and gets out a tub of ice cream. "Hey, mint choc chip!" I exclaim. "My favourite!" Luka grins. "Mine too." "Mum hates it." "She's not a fan of mint." "I don't know why not." "Okay miss, stop changing the subject with entertaining ice cream talk and tell me what's up." I take a bite of the ice cream and shrug. "Dad's just..I went over there and he flipped out." "About your eyebrow?" "Yup. He asked why I mutilated myself. Then he asked if I was rebelling against him, or mum, or you." "Ah yes, why would you not want to rebel against the commie wife stealer?" "You know he calls you that?" "Course I do. But what else? This cannot all just be about a piercing." "He knows nothing about me. He didn't know my favourite color, my favourite band, my best friend. He didn't even know what color my eyes are." I decide to test Luka. I close my eyes. "What color are my eyes?" "Hazel, like your mum's." "Exactly. See, why doesn't he know that?" Luka sighs. "I do not know. But you know what I do know?" "Eight languages?" "Yes.but no. I know that your father loves you. Very much." "He loves Johnny more," I grumble. "I know sometimes it seems that way, but it's not true. You are his first born and his only daughter." "I suppose. But with you and mum, I don't feel that you love Anja more. It just seems equal." "I think that is maybe just because Anja's so much younger than you so it's obviously different between you, whereas Johnn'ys only three years younger than you so it does not seem as fair." "Hmm, maybe." "You know, you are going to have to explain this to your mother?" "I know. I'll do it and I'll do it well." Luka grins a ruffles my hair. I scowl at him and ran my fingers through it, which only makes Luka's grin bigger. I lean over and look at the chart. "What is it?" "Um.ninety six year old man with end stage lung cancer." "Oh." I know cases like these hit Luka hard. He may look all tough and act it, and he can sure stand up for himself, but he's a real softie. "Hmm. He's fascinating though. I mean, sometimes he seems fine and he tells wonderful stories, and all about his children. When I get old I want to be able to tell all these great stories. Granted I don't really want to get old, but, the time will eventually come." The door opens and mum walks in, carring Anja, who is wearing a little pink onesie. "Luka, honey, I-" She stops as she sees me. "Bailey, what are you doing here?" "I had a fight with dad and didn't really feel like staying." Mum shrugs and places Anja in her high chair. "Okay. You want me to talk to him." It's my turn to shrug. "If you want. I don't what him to yell at you." "Well, since you're here, could you please feed An for me?" "Sure." I go to the cupboard and get out a jar of baby food. "Mum?" "Bailey?" "Please don't call dad. I don't want him to get mad at you or Luka." "Alright baby, I won't call him."