Killing Me Softly 14
What Do You Mean?
She took his arm and pulled him over to a collection of chairs. She sat down and he did the same after she'd let go of his arm.
"What do you know?" Sandra
asked nervously.
"I know about Olivia." She sighed a sigh of relief.
"Is that it? I mean you all know about her."
"No I mean I know who her dad is."
"What how?" Sandra asked the nervousness returning to her voice.
"I'm not stupid. Why didn't you tell me about your relationship? And why didn't you tell me about Olivia? You are my best friend and even though we barely spoke after you left if it was something as but as that I expected that you would." This she could deal with, just about. This was easier than what she'd been expecting.
"I'm so sorry Gerry. Her dad never knew and I thought if you know it wouldn't be long until he knew. I did want to tell you though."
"Do you really think that little of me that you think I'd tell someone else if you'd told me to keep a secret?"
"That's not what I mean, God I don't want it to seem like she's my dirty secret."
"I don't mean to be rude Sandra but stop treating her like she's one then." She looked at him, offence was plastered across her face but not for very long before she realised that he was right.
"That's why we're going home, there she's just my daughter and we're a normal family like everyone else, not a secret."
"So you're just going to run?"
"Isn't that what I always do?" Sandra retorted.
"It doesn't have to be what you always do."
"That's where you're wrong. You can't stop me going."
"I know and if it's not what you want then I don't intend too. How about this time though we actually keep in proper contact? And how about you bring her over and we have a good old catch up while we wait for your plane?" She looked up at Gerry and smiled, there was no anger in his features and instead kindness and caring was laced in them.
"Okay, let me go and get her."
She returned minutes later with Olivia's hand in hers.
"Olivia this is your Uncle Gerry." He smiled at what she'd called him as it was a sign that she wasn't going to let them fall apart again. Without another word Olivia crawled onto his lap and sat there contently.
"Hello there little un'. How have you enjoyed London?"
"It's cold! Brr!" Olivia told him.
"Yeah it is!" She sat quietly on his lap and conversation turned back to catching up. Both Sandra and Gerry talked about their jobs, family and unsuccessful love life for nearly two hours before Sandra realised the time. It was ten minutes after the time her plane had been scheduled to leave.