Chapter 6: Lex
Oh. My. God. Never in my life would I have expected something like this happening. Jonathan. was giving me a chance? I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt tiny shivers run through me at the end of it. No more expectations? All my life I've been living up to one or another. My father's ideal of a emotionless son. Other's idea of a rich brat. That one I had really lived up to. Could I really believe him? I looked into his eyes. All I saw was sadness and apology. He hasn't asked for anything either. That was a point toward him telling the truth. Still he could be setting up for later. But why?
"I-I don't know what to think." I rubbed my forehead.
"Then don't. Drink your milk." Milk? I looked down and sure enough milk. Well what could it hurt? I took a sip and almost spit it out. It'd been a looong time. I managed to swallow it.
"It's.good." I had a feeling I wasn't selling it. Jonathan's smile clearly said, liar. In that smile I saw no pretenses only caring. I found myself saying, "You're forgiven."
He straightened as if something had been lifted from his shoulders. "Thank you." A comfortable silence settled over us as I watched him finish his milk. I didn't touch mine again. I might have forgiven him, heaven knows why, but I wasn't going to drink his milk. "It's late." He startled my out of my half doze. "You'd better head home and catch some sleep." I nodded. Yeah, sleep. If I can. I got up and so did he. Jonathan followed me to the door and unexpectedly outside. I walked to my car and he kept walking. What the?
"Where are you going?"
He laughed and I was reminded of what happened earlier. "To sleep in the hay. Martha isn't quite as forgiving at you." I watched him walk into the barn and shook my head. That man is every bit as strange as his son.
Oh. My. God. Never in my life would I have expected something like this happening. Jonathan. was giving me a chance? I shut my eyes and took a deep breath. I felt tiny shivers run through me at the end of it. No more expectations? All my life I've been living up to one or another. My father's ideal of a emotionless son. Other's idea of a rich brat. That one I had really lived up to. Could I really believe him? I looked into his eyes. All I saw was sadness and apology. He hasn't asked for anything either. That was a point toward him telling the truth. Still he could be setting up for later. But why?
"I-I don't know what to think." I rubbed my forehead.
"Then don't. Drink your milk." Milk? I looked down and sure enough milk. Well what could it hurt? I took a sip and almost spit it out. It'd been a looong time. I managed to swallow it.
"It's.good." I had a feeling I wasn't selling it. Jonathan's smile clearly said, liar. In that smile I saw no pretenses only caring. I found myself saying, "You're forgiven."
He straightened as if something had been lifted from his shoulders. "Thank you." A comfortable silence settled over us as I watched him finish his milk. I didn't touch mine again. I might have forgiven him, heaven knows why, but I wasn't going to drink his milk. "It's late." He startled my out of my half doze. "You'd better head home and catch some sleep." I nodded. Yeah, sleep. If I can. I got up and so did he. Jonathan followed me to the door and unexpectedly outside. I walked to my car and he kept walking. What the?
"Where are you going?"
He laughed and I was reminded of what happened earlier. "To sleep in the hay. Martha isn't quite as forgiving at you." I watched him walk into the barn and shook my head. That man is every bit as strange as his son.