Vince and Mia returned to L.A. three days later and came to see Dom at the garage. He had forced himself to try and fall back in routine, but nothing seemed to hold his interest any more. "How is she?" he asked, not looking up from under the hood of a CRX.
"She's good," Mia answered, "But she misses you."
"Why doesn't she just come back then?" His tone was short.
"It's not that simple, Dom," Mia replied with a sigh. He lifted his head up, his tired, worn eyes falling upon his little sister.
"Why? Why is it so complicated?"
"Because, Dom, you aren't that simple. Letty has done nothing but love you since she was ten. Most of the time, you act like she doesn't exist. When you do want her attention, you expect her to just drop everything and run to you." She stood with a hand on her hip; her face was becoming flushed with anger. "Did you ever ask her if she wants to come back? No, you just told her to because you want her to. You need to start seeing Letty as a person, Dom, not just as an extension of you!" She stormed out of the garage, leaving Dom in complete confusion.
Okay, so he didn't pay her attention every second of the day. Well, maybe he didn't pay her much attention at all, but she knew he loved him, right? "What the hell am I supposed to do?" Dom growled in frustration at Vince, who had picked up a tool box and set to work on an Eclipse. "She knows I love her. What more does she want?"
"She probably wants to be reminded of it every once in awhile."
"What?" Dom barked.
"Look, dawg," Vince answered patiently, "You gotta let her know it. When was the last time you asked her how she was doing? When was the last time you guys went to dinner? When's the last time you got her flowers or told her she was beautiful?"
"But Letty's not like that," Dom replied defensively, "She hates flowers."
"Man, every chick loves that sappy shit, and that's what you gotta do. Sometimes saying you love someone isn't enough, you gotta show them you really mean it." Vince sighed and walked out of the garage. Dom slumped down onto an old car seat in the corner, holding his head in his hands. So, what was he supposed to do now?