Midget
By Rey
86. Meeting the Parents
I never expected nor imagined that Atlanta's answer to my proposal would be to contact her adoptive mother right away. The older woman returning home only hours hence after days of absence was just as shocking.
Well, and bewildering, too.
But here the woman is, in the flesh, looking surprisingly almost as young as the figure illustrated on the photograph was, and greeting me cheerfully as though I had not been leeching off of her adoptive daughter – and by extension, her.
She loses her joviality when Atlanta confesses to have figuratively nosed about her most hidden location, but that is normal and understandable. Better than receiving her cheer, in fact.
Certainly far better than the sharp attention that she pays on me, next, when Atlanta at last comes to the purpose of contacting her, namely permission for the young woman and I to go to where Nalla was last.
"You do look like Nalla, honey," she muses, both verbally and in sign. "Are they your relation?"
"Nalla is never easy to find," she continues after I sign her a "No." "Jacky and I would've signed on to their next tour, if not."
I suppress my disappointment, hearing that.
But still….