No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

Holding the phone, I hesitated for a solid two seconds, wondering what Conrad wanted from me this time.

Fanny nudged her chin at me, signaling to pick it up.

"Felicia," came Conrad's voice from the other end, calling out to me.

"What's up?" My tone was as distant and cool as ever.

Even though things had ended badly with Ernest, there was no going back with Conrad. So every time he reached out or came close, I instinctively raised my defenses. "I'm back," he said, his words carrying a weight as if he had returned from a great ordeal.

"Yeah, I know," Dustin had already filled me in.

There was a pause on Conrad's end, "Can we meet? If you don't want to see me alone, you can come over to the house. My folks would really love to see you."

I could almost see Herschel and Jacqueline greeting me at the airport, their concern for me was undeniable.

"There's something I need to tell you," Conrad broke the silence, "It's about Jefferson, and... it involves Ernest too."

Ernest. Whatever involved

that thought was fleeting. I found myself agreeing, "Okay,

she wants to make you some pot roast when you come over," Conrad's

said

Ernest as bait. You're done with Ernest, right?" Fanny

knew she was doing it on purpose; she knew I

not about Ernest. It's about the Herschel and Jacqueline. Jacqueline

snorted, clearly not buying

you more than a third of their estate, let alone

doubts, but Herschel and Jacqueline had explained everything. They were so open

odds are slimmer than winning the lottery," Fanny looked at me,d

asked Herschel and Jacqueline about it. They said they knew about our blood types, and so

was partly because of that," I

you ever need a transfusion and Conrad hesitates even for a second, I swear

our great plains road trip is