Page 25 of My Anchor (Trio Series 1)

“Now what was it you were trying to steal?”

Embarrassment floods my face I look at the floor and rub my foot in circles on the mat. “Tampons,” I say so very faintly but she must hear me because she only nods and we take off to her house. When we get there I go up to Cristal's room and let her in on the events of the night. Later Brinn comes up and pulls me out of the room handing me a box of tampons. “You ever need anything, anything at all sweet girl you tell me.”

“Okay, Mrs. Trill,” I say taking the box from her.

“No sweetheart you call me mom from now on if that is alright with you that is.”

“It is, thank you… Mom.”

It seems like that was forever ago, I think while fingering my puzzle piece necklace Brinn had made for the three of us for graduation. They all fit together like those friendship heart things that say ‘best friends’ ours don't say anything but the fitting together says it all. We are all very different but we all fit together perfectly. I really don't know where we all would be today without that woman she truly is one of a kind and the best mother I never asked for.

Shana gets home around supper time so we order take out, seems to be a trend. Shana is the cook of the house so when it is Cristal's turn or mine we both turn to a take out menu and a phone. Tonight it is BBQ and yes cornbread muffins. Probably the best thing ever invented, well that paired with honey butter.

“Did you have fun?” I ask Shana when we get sat down with our paper plates filled with saucy yumminess.

“We had so much fun, Linnie. We went to the coast, Pike place, the museum, the needle, oh and this really awesome donut place.” Dear dad pulled out all the stops.

“You see anyone over there with the last name Grey?” had to ask.

“Meridith or Christian?”

“Ha! Either one would be cool.” We just laugh.

“What did I miss?” Cristal asks coming to sit down nibbling on a rib bone. Her face is slightly covered in sauce. Shana and I just laugh harder.

“What the hell is so funny?” she asks dropping her bone onto the plate.

“You got a little something on you face hun.” I get out between laughing fits. She gets up and runs to the bathroom, prim little shit.

“How the hell did I get it on my forehead?” She shouts from the bathroom, I hear the water running and laugh even harder. God, I love these girls.

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