This is also not a "real" chapter.
I'm writing that as we speak (or read) with intention of posting it by tomorrow.
I'm updating now with this setup mostly to address some feedback I received about Chapter 6.
A few readers posted that what I had written was too crude and inappropriate to be funny. Upon re-reading, I agreed and have since updated chapter 6 to both include an appropriate trigger warning and have edited the scene (you know what i'm talkin' bout!).
I wanted to let you know how much reviews mean to me, I do read them all and consider them very carefully. I try to add in most suggestions from fans, and I especially LOVE constructive criticism, as it allows me to improve my writing.
So thank-you all for the support I very much appreciate it.
On to the
EPILOGUE: PART THREE
"Hey Morello jump in" Polly Harper knocks on her old college friend's door.
"I'm coming I'm coming just texting my boyyyyyyfriend" Lorna giggles. She steps out of the door and into Polly's car.
"Lookin' good there!" Polly shouts at Lorna
"Not bad yourself - wait - your shirt's on backwards" Lorna just giggles and takes it off, asking Polly to hold it over her head. It's not sexual in the least bit, more of a candid thing between old friends. Larry dosn't get jealous, more turned on (if that were possible) would be more accurate.
"And this is Larry" Polly introduces.
"Lorna Morello" Lorna squeals in a very Boston accent, holding out her hand for Larry to shake it. He does.
"Hey babe, are you legal?" Larry asks Lorna.
"Of COURSE I am, I graduated with Polly. I'm just short and gotta young lookin' face on me" Lorna insists
"''Cause you're too hot to be legal" Larry presses on.
Lorna Groans and rolls her eyes.
Polly looks like she's about to murder Larry for flirting with someone after they were clearly getting involved and wishes she bit Larry's tongue harder. Instead she bites her lip and stares down Larry angrily
"And you're even hotter Baby" he coos at Polly.
Its little too late though and Polly just mumbles for them to "get in the goddamn car or they'll be gettin' no ride" and squeals the tires off to Red's.
Somehow Nicky was the first one to arrive at the bar.
"How is that even fucking possible?" Nicky mutters "I walked". Nicky considered hailing a cab with the cash that Alex had handed her, but she realized she'd rather spend it on some hard liquor. So she went on foot down half a dozen blocks in Manhatten.
"Hey Ma" Nicky calls out to her sortof Aunt who was restocking the drinks in the corner.
"Evening Nicole, how was your evening? Hope you were up to no trouble now, you know that your mother dosn't like it when you're out too late now. Now give me a hand and I'll buy you drink later" She hands Nicky a box
"Alright Ma and don't call me that, makes me seem ancient… no offense, " and Nicky restocks the lower shelves while her Russian Red-Haired sortof aunt restocks the higher shelver because she's taller. Red tuts upon hearing the comment about her age but she still pours Nicky a shot of whiskey.
"Here's one for you now, go on. And savor it it's the good stuff. Drink slowly you enjoy more you understand" Red tries to coax Nicky into drinking less by buying nicer drinks and asking her to savor them. Never quite works. Good effort though.
"Have you met anyone tonight Nicky?" Red looks at her inquisitively.
"Not yet Ma, Nicky admits looking defeated, but I know someone who has. And if it's her lucky day then maybe it's mine too" she plasters a grin to look brave for her sortof aunt. Red was tired after all these years of working and raising kids like Nicky, so she shrugs, smiles at the optimism and puts the last box on the shelf.
"Don't have too much fun now" Red leaves and lets Nicky to her own devices.
And of course we're all set up for what you all have been waiting for.
See you soon lovelies :)
-Bobbiejelly