CHAPTER 8
When I speak, I cross my fingers
Will you know you've been deceived?
-Guster, "Demons"
Livvie paced anxiously across the rented cottage's wooden floor.
Where was Rafe? The not-knowing was driving her up the wall!
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, and she snapped to attention.
Running to her purse, she yanked out the phone and answered, "Hello? Oh, God, Rafe, I'm so glad it's you!"
"Livvie, I had to call you," Rafe gushed. "I just had the best day of my life! I was out walking, just walking around wherever, you know, and then-"
"Rafe, slow down!" Livvie cautioned him. "I can't understand you. What are you talking about?"
"Oh, sorry," Rafe apologized, pausing to take a deep breath before speaking again. "I went out this afternoon, just for a walk around the city-"
"Rafe!" exclaimed Livvie furiously, interrupting him. "I told you not to go out without me. You don't know what's out there. You shouldn't be wandering around alone."
'God only knows what he'll find if he does,' she thought to herself.
"Livvie, Livvie, listen," said Rafe excitedly. "I know you told me to do that, but, you know what? I've never been good at following directions... ever. I'm sorry. I just haven't."
Livvie sighed, rolling her eyes.
'Thank God Rafe can't see me right now,' she thought, trying to develop some sort of plan to bring him back from wherever he was.
She had to deal with this situation as soon as possible.
"So where are you, Rafe?" she asked curiously, resuming her pacing.
"Livvie, that's my news! I was wandering around the city, like I told you, and I ran into someone, someone who knew me, and they told me all this information about my life - my life here, in Port Charles."
Livvie stopped dead in her tracks.
"They did?" she asked incredulously.
"Yeah; yes!" exclaimed Rafe happily. "It was unbelievable! I mean, at first it was just way too much information, way too fast, like you said..."
"Yes?" Livvie pressed.
She had to know more. She had to know everything.
"Well, I didn't really believe what the person said, and they could tell. I guess I'm not a very good liar or something, not that I would want to be-"
"Rafe, stop talking nonsense, and finish your story!" Livvie snapped, her dark brown eyes flashing.
"Alright," continued Rafe. "So I didn't believe the news... at first, but then I found proof that what my friend said was true! Livvie, they told me I had a home of my own in Port Charles, and they were right! I mean, I'm standing in a house, my house, right now!"
He chuckled.
"Isn't it amazing?"
'Yeah, real amazing,' thought Livvie bitterly.
What was she going to do now? What secrets would the house hold for Rafe, secrets just waiting to be discovered?
"Rafe, listen to me," Livvie ordered him, gathering up her coat and purse. "I know where you are-"
"You do?" Rafe asked suspiciously.
"Yes," replied Livvie dryly. "Now stay put. I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?"
With that, she hung up and ran out the door.
Rafe heard a dial tone at his end of the phone and shook his head. He didn't know why Livvie was so worried.
"Don't worry, Livvie," said Rafe, eying his new surroundings happily. "I'm not going anywhere."
He'd only looked at one room, the family room, with Alison. He couldn't wait to explore the rest of the house, his house...
When I speak, I cross my fingers
Will you know you've been deceived?
-Guster, "Demons"
Livvie paced anxiously across the rented cottage's wooden floor.
Where was Rafe? The not-knowing was driving her up the wall!
Suddenly, her cell phone rang, and she snapped to attention.
Running to her purse, she yanked out the phone and answered, "Hello? Oh, God, Rafe, I'm so glad it's you!"
"Livvie, I had to call you," Rafe gushed. "I just had the best day of my life! I was out walking, just walking around wherever, you know, and then-"
"Rafe, slow down!" Livvie cautioned him. "I can't understand you. What are you talking about?"
"Oh, sorry," Rafe apologized, pausing to take a deep breath before speaking again. "I went out this afternoon, just for a walk around the city-"
"Rafe!" exclaimed Livvie furiously, interrupting him. "I told you not to go out without me. You don't know what's out there. You shouldn't be wandering around alone."
'God only knows what he'll find if he does,' she thought to herself.
"Livvie, Livvie, listen," said Rafe excitedly. "I know you told me to do that, but, you know what? I've never been good at following directions... ever. I'm sorry. I just haven't."
Livvie sighed, rolling her eyes.
'Thank God Rafe can't see me right now,' she thought, trying to develop some sort of plan to bring him back from wherever he was.
She had to deal with this situation as soon as possible.
"So where are you, Rafe?" she asked curiously, resuming her pacing.
"Livvie, that's my news! I was wandering around the city, like I told you, and I ran into someone, someone who knew me, and they told me all this information about my life - my life here, in Port Charles."
Livvie stopped dead in her tracks.
"They did?" she asked incredulously.
"Yeah; yes!" exclaimed Rafe happily. "It was unbelievable! I mean, at first it was just way too much information, way too fast, like you said..."
"Yes?" Livvie pressed.
She had to know more. She had to know everything.
"Well, I didn't really believe what the person said, and they could tell. I guess I'm not a very good liar or something, not that I would want to be-"
"Rafe, stop talking nonsense, and finish your story!" Livvie snapped, her dark brown eyes flashing.
"Alright," continued Rafe. "So I didn't believe the news... at first, but then I found proof that what my friend said was true! Livvie, they told me I had a home of my own in Port Charles, and they were right! I mean, I'm standing in a house, my house, right now!"
He chuckled.
"Isn't it amazing?"
'Yeah, real amazing,' thought Livvie bitterly.
What was she going to do now? What secrets would the house hold for Rafe, secrets just waiting to be discovered?
"Rafe, listen to me," Livvie ordered him, gathering up her coat and purse. "I know where you are-"
"You do?" Rafe asked suspiciously.
"Yes," replied Livvie dryly. "Now stay put. I'll be there as soon as I can, okay?"
With that, she hung up and ran out the door.
Rafe heard a dial tone at his end of the phone and shook his head. He didn't know why Livvie was so worried.
"Don't worry, Livvie," said Rafe, eying his new surroundings happily. "I'm not going anywhere."
He'd only looked at one room, the family room, with Alison. He couldn't wait to explore the rest of the house, his house...