Page 69 of Share with Me

“Spaghetti,” Yun said.

“I love spaghetti.” Aunt Ella turned to Brinley. “Let’s.”

“Well…”

Ivan wondered what she was going to say.

“I hate to impose.” Brinley looked at him.

“You won’t be, Brin. It’ll be our pleasure.” Ivan realized he had called her Brin.

“I’ll be over for lunch again on Monday.”

“Oh, we might have spaghetti again Monday.” Ivan grimaced.

“How about if I come over today and cancel tomorrow’s lunch?” Brinley turned to Yun. “We can still have tea at two, if you like.”

“I’d like that very much, Brinley.” Yun was all smiles.

Ivan tried to hide his disappointment. “We can do that.”

“Okay. Since we’re the only ones in town and we have to reheat whatever Cara cooked last week, I guess spaghetti sounds good.”

Aunt Ella clapped her hands.

Ivan was relieved. He reached for Brinley’s hand. “Where are you parked?”

“Out front. Almost curbside by the fountain.”

“We’re in the back lot,” Ivan said, letting go of Brinley’s hand. “We’ll see you at our house, then.”

“Should we pick up something on the way? Desserts?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yun said. “I made a new batch of cookies. Gingerbread, this time.”

Yep. Cookies that I like. Maybe Brin could learn how to make—

What am I thinking!

Ivan realized he didn’t know much about Brinley. Did she cook? What did she cook? What were her interests besides history and old things? What about hobbies? How well did she play the piano? Did she play any other musical instruments? What were her pet peeves? Things she absolutely loved? Hated? Everything in between?

Yikes. I know so little about her.

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