CHAPTER 28
There's bound to be a question
You're just dying for me to ask
-Kendall Payne, "Honest"
"So…" began Lucy, pursing her lips.
Full of nervous energy, she drummed her fingers against the kitchen table, where she, Ian, and Rafe sat.
"Where do we start?"
Ian scoffed and Rafe rolled his eyes once again.
"Geez, you two are so uncooperative!" she exclaimed unhappily, leaning back in her chair.
"I'm sorry," said Ian, crossing his arms over his chest. "I simply refuse to believe that this" - He nodded to Rafe - "kid is an angel. Lucy, there must be some other explanation for all this."
Needless to say, Rafe was a little insulted by the older man's comment.
"What?" he asked Ian, crossing his own arms over his chest. "Are you saying you don't think I could be an angel?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying," retorted Ian, puffing out his chest in what Lucy assumed was some show of machismo.
"Will you two just give it up?" she shrieked, clearly miffed by the whole situation. "You're giving me a headache!"
"God, and I thought I was the only one," mumbled Alison, stumbling into the kitchen.
"Alison," said Rafe, breathing a sigh of relief.
Now he could finally get the answers he was looking for…
"Oh, Alison," gushed Lucy, springing from her seat. "Come on in. Sit down. I'm so sorry we woke you."
Alison politely obliged and allowed Lucy to seat her on the wooden chair next to Rafe.
"Are you okay?" Rafe asked the young woman, the concern evident in his face.
Just because he wanted answers didn't mean he wanted the poor girl to suffer…
"Yeah, I'm fine," she assured him, smiling weakly.
"Here, drink this," offered Ian, handing her a fresh cup of coffee. "It'll help wake you up."
"Thanks," she replied, taking the steaming cup from him.
Ian nodded and returned to his seat.
At last, they were all seated. Now, they could all finally learn the truth…
"Alright," stated Alison, setting her cup down on the table. "I guess you'll all waiting for me to talk."
She sighed, rubbing her temples tiredly.
"Where would you like me to start?"
"From the beginning," requested Lucy eagerly. "From the very beginning."
There's bound to be a question
You're just dying for me to ask
-Kendall Payne, "Honest"
"So…" began Lucy, pursing her lips.
Full of nervous energy, she drummed her fingers against the kitchen table, where she, Ian, and Rafe sat.
"Where do we start?"
Ian scoffed and Rafe rolled his eyes once again.
"Geez, you two are so uncooperative!" she exclaimed unhappily, leaning back in her chair.
"I'm sorry," said Ian, crossing his arms over his chest. "I simply refuse to believe that this" - He nodded to Rafe - "kid is an angel. Lucy, there must be some other explanation for all this."
Needless to say, Rafe was a little insulted by the older man's comment.
"What?" he asked Ian, crossing his own arms over his chest. "Are you saying you don't think I could be an angel?"
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying," retorted Ian, puffing out his chest in what Lucy assumed was some show of machismo.
"Will you two just give it up?" she shrieked, clearly miffed by the whole situation. "You're giving me a headache!"
"God, and I thought I was the only one," mumbled Alison, stumbling into the kitchen.
"Alison," said Rafe, breathing a sigh of relief.
Now he could finally get the answers he was looking for…
"Oh, Alison," gushed Lucy, springing from her seat. "Come on in. Sit down. I'm so sorry we woke you."
Alison politely obliged and allowed Lucy to seat her on the wooden chair next to Rafe.
"Are you okay?" Rafe asked the young woman, the concern evident in his face.
Just because he wanted answers didn't mean he wanted the poor girl to suffer…
"Yeah, I'm fine," she assured him, smiling weakly.
"Here, drink this," offered Ian, handing her a fresh cup of coffee. "It'll help wake you up."
"Thanks," she replied, taking the steaming cup from him.
Ian nodded and returned to his seat.
At last, they were all seated. Now, they could all finally learn the truth…
"Alright," stated Alison, setting her cup down on the table. "I guess you'll all waiting for me to talk."
She sighed, rubbing her temples tiredly.
"Where would you like me to start?"
"From the beginning," requested Lucy eagerly. "From the very beginning."