Chapter 10 – Story
When my mother turned herself in I never thought I would ever with her
It was something else to be working with both of my parents.
Kashmir.
That placed open my eyes on many things.
Vaughn's feelings about me. Some of what my mother had been through,
And a story which told me something about my parents were like.
"I know what you're thinking." Jack said
"Do you?" Irina says smiling back at him
"The toaster."
Irina lets out a laugh, one of pure happiness but Sydney sits there with a bemused impression on her face.
"What are you guys talking about!" Sydney asks.
"Ah.." Irina takes another drink and then passes the bottle back to Jack a smile on her f ace mirrored on his as well,
"We used to have this toaster at home. It was broken and using it one night, I started a small fire. " Jack started to say
"We had something like this to drink and we both had a little too much." Irina said jumping in.
"I forgot about the toast I was making." Jack said with such a manner it made Irina laugh.
"When was this?" Sydney asked once again trying
"You were... four years old" Irina said uncertainty but Jack nodded conforming it.
"There was so much smoke, we had to move out for a week. We stayed in that hotel."
"The Summit" Said Jack quietly.
"The Summit." Irina said remembering
" W-wait was that the hotel with the sundaes?" Sydney said remembering that one small detail"
" Mm-hmm." Irina murmured to her.
"Yeah. I think you had one every night." Jack said smiling at Sydney
Who would of thought.
A story about a toaster could bring us together for a short time.
For a split second I saw a different side of my parents.
One where they were once happy, in love.
A time I can't remember for myself.
But it also showed me a more human side of my mother.
The side I had as a child.
Not the cold hearted bitch she makes herself out to be.
Is the way she with everyone else an act, a mask she wears?
All I know is then I was so happy to have her around.