The Alternate Daughter
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Luca thought it might be time to ask some delicate questions. He looked at Ria, sitting across from him at the table, spooling dripping pasta into her mouth. She looked so happy. He was loathe spoil her good mood, but there were things he had to know.
"Ria is an odd name" he said. He wanted to start with something ambiguous.
"Gabriella" she replied, "It's really Gabriella. But everyone's always called me Ria"
"Do you have a last name?" he asked, looking at his food, hoping if he didn't make eye contact she wouldn't bristle up.
" Scott" she said, "Sorry, guess I never told you did I? My name is Ria Scott, and you are Luca..."
"Kovak"
"Kovak? Where exactly are you from?"
"Croatia" She made a sound to acknowledge his answer but said nothing more. Luca staved himself for the reaction he was likely to get next.
"Ria. How...how did this....all...happen?" he asked. It wasn't the best phrasing, but he couldn't think of a better way to put it. She put her fork down and just looked at him. He looked up at her.
"That's a long story" she said simply. He could tell she didn't want to say anything more about it just now. He wasn't sure if he should press her or not.
" I'm over eighteen if you want to know" she said, picking her fork back up again, " Actually I'm 25. And no, I'm not from Chicago so if you want to check up on that you wouldn't have anywhere to begin to look"
"I belive you" he told her. She looked back up at him.
"Good. That's good"
The following story is under the sole ownership and copyright of J.L. Scott. Unauthorized copying and/or use is actionable in a court of law.
To borrow a phrase: ER no mine, no permission, no money, no sue...please?
Luca thought it might be time to ask some delicate questions. He looked at Ria, sitting across from him at the table, spooling dripping pasta into her mouth. She looked so happy. He was loathe spoil her good mood, but there were things he had to know.
"Ria is an odd name" he said. He wanted to start with something ambiguous.
"Gabriella" she replied, "It's really Gabriella. But everyone's always called me Ria"
"Do you have a last name?" he asked, looking at his food, hoping if he didn't make eye contact she wouldn't bristle up.
" Scott" she said, "Sorry, guess I never told you did I? My name is Ria Scott, and you are Luca..."
"Kovak"
"Kovak? Where exactly are you from?"
"Croatia" She made a sound to acknowledge his answer but said nothing more. Luca staved himself for the reaction he was likely to get next.
"Ria. How...how did this....all...happen?" he asked. It wasn't the best phrasing, but he couldn't think of a better way to put it. She put her fork down and just looked at him. He looked up at her.
"That's a long story" she said simply. He could tell she didn't want to say anything more about it just now. He wasn't sure if he should press her or not.
" I'm over eighteen if you want to know" she said, picking her fork back up again, " Actually I'm 25. And no, I'm not from Chicago so if you want to check up on that you wouldn't have anywhere to begin to look"
"I belive you" he told her. She looked back up at him.
"Good. That's good"