Page 31 of Blackout

“I’ll be right there.”

Muttering a stream of curses, my father leaves the room and Blackie turns back to me.

“I’ll pick you up after church. We’ll go for a ride.”

I don’t remember the last time we rode for pleasure, with no end in sight.

“I’d like that,” I tell him. He gives me one last peck before he moves for the door. I watch as he pauses and turns back to me. “What?” I question when he just stares at me quietly.

“Your old man is right,” he says thoughtfully. “You’re glowing, girl.”

Before I can process his words, he winks and turns back around, leaving me alone in the kitchen with a smile on my face.

With love anything is possible.

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