It was a few days later and Dad and I were standing outside a white front door of a large white house, my luggage behind me. It was, once again, snowing.
Dad rang the doorbell. we heard music coming from inside.
"Coming coming," a woman's light voice called.
We heard footsteps walking across a wooden floor, the click of heels.
"Ginger out of the way," the voice said.
"Who's Ginger?" I asked, looking at Dad.
"Her cat," he replied
"Oh."
We heard a click and the door opened. There stood a woman Dad's height, with sparkling blue eyes and short, blonde hair. She was wearing dark brown, leather boots with thin heels, a long dark skirt, a long sleeve button up cream colored shirt, and a dark vest over the shirt. Her earrings were amethyst. She smiled when she saw Dad.
"Steven hello," she said.
"Hi Diane," he replied.
"It's been how many months now?"
"Several, I think."
"Oh it's so gd to see you. Come in come in."
She opened the door wider, stepping to the side so we could come in, then closed it behind us. My suitcase followed.
"It's quite cold out there," she said.
"Yes, it is," Dad replied.
"Would you like anything to drink?"
"Um coffee."
"Ok coming right up. What brings you here?"
"Well I brought my daughter Lily over to stay a few days."
Diane looked at me.
"Oh yes hello you must be Lily," she said.
"I am. And that would make you......." i replied.
"Diane. You're as beautiful as your mother."
I smiled; "thank you."
"Youre welcome. Do you model as well?"
"Yes. Sometimes. I like your earrings."
"Thank you. Would you like anything to drink?"
"Yes. Hot chocolate."
"Ok coming right up."
"Is it ok if I call my friend Ashley and let her know I'm here?" I asked.
"Yes of course. My phone's right through there. It'll give your father and I a chance to catch up. You can stay in any room you like Lily."