Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry.
Tears reached her eyes. Jeez, she felt like she was on the edge of an emotional breakdown and one push would send her over.
It was a long time ago but thank you.
I still miss my nana. She raised me. Taught me all those old-fashioned values.
She sounds like a wonderful person.
She was.
This was different, she’d never had a friend she could text. Suddenly, her phone rang in her hand. His name popped up.
“Hello,” she said shyly.
“My fingers were getting sore. Not used to all this texting,” he joked.
“I was just thinking the same thing.”
“Young thing like you? Didn’t you spend most of your teenage years texting?”
“You have to have someone to text,” she said jokingly. But his silence told her that he heard the truth in her words.
“You didn’t have friends, Mari-girl?”
Christ. There went those tears again. She blinked rapidly.
“We moved around a lot. There wasn’t much point in making friends.”
“Must have been hard.”
“It was. And then I mostly attended schools in wealthy areas, and well, I wasn’t rich. I just went there because my aunt has a thing for rich men and we lived in those neighborhoods. Most of the other kids just saw me as a poor relative.”
“Oh, Mari, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s okay. Being a teenager is never easy, right?”
“Nope. Try being a teenage boy being raised by your grandmother. I was fifteen before she sat me down to have the birds and the bees talk. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d already taken sex ed at school and that there was a reason I went through so many socks.”
She choked on her laughter.
“Oh, you think that’s funny, do you?” he said, a laugh leaking through. “She caught me going for it once. I had just come home from a date with Carly-Sue Anderson. She was the prettiest girl in our class. We spent half the night making out in the back of my car. When I get home, I thought my balls were gonna explode. High-tailed it up to my room without even checking in with Nana. I was in my room, pounding away when in she walks to ask how my date went.”
She burst into gales of laughter, holding her stomach as tears streamed down her face. “That did not happen.”
“Oh, it did. We had an unspoken agreement to never speak of it.” He started laughing. “Being a teenager was definitely hard.”
She giggled. “I can’t believe you told me that.”
“Hey, friends share their embarrassing teenage moments with friends. Haven’t you got any to tell me?”
Well, she could tell him that right now she was lying with her snuggly and hugging her doll. But nope.
“That’s okay,” he said quietly, letting her off the hook.
They talked for ages, him telling her about growing up with his nana. She told him stories about some of her previous clients. About an hour passed before she started yawning.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologized. “It’s not the company.”