Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
“Well, so back in the Victorian era, women gave their pubic hair to their lovers for good luck,” I explained.
Folsom blinked.
“And I thought the torture technician would look at me like I was a big weirdo if I asked for her to gather up my pubic hair for me to take home to give to the man that I was in love with.”
She shook her head, unsurprised by my thought process. “And what are you going to do with this bouquet of pubic hair?”
If anyone in the world knew me better than I knew myself, it was Folsom.
I grinned wickedly at her, then placed my teeny-tiny bouquet on the bathroom counter before stepping into the shower.
Today was a day of pampering, according to Aodhan.
Today, before he’d left for work, he’d dropped an envelope on my bedside table, kissed me with so much heat my toes curled, and left.
In that envelope was a gift certificate to get my hair done, to get a facial, and finally to get my toes done.
But first, I was showering and heading out to eat with Danyetta, Folsom, Diana, Alice, Dutch, and Matilda. It was our first such breakfast date, and I was really looking forward to it.
I was excited to see the ladies and even more so to talk to Danyetta.
Mostly because I wanted to see how Bowie was doing from her perspective, and if my observations on his rapid turnaround with his father was partially due to his sorrow for burning down my business.
Another interesting fact on that front? No charges had been filed against Bowie.
Everything was just mysteriously swept under the rug, and I had a feeling Sunny had a lot to do with that. Oh, and Wake. Who’d helped pay for Bowie’s actions.
Which infuriated Aodhan.
But, I was happy. Because I saw in Bowie a kid that was frustrated, just like I’d been at one point in time. Though our situations weren’t similar now, our situations were definitely similar then.
I mean, my own mother had gone to jail for her suicide attempt. Well, not for her suicide attempt, but for her killing my twin sister, and almost killing me.
She’d spent the first five years of my life in prison. And to this day, I still hadn’t seen her for more than a few minutes at a time, here and there, throughout the years.
My father had gone out of his way to keep her away.
And my mother had gone out of her way not to see the mistake she’d made. Whether that mistake had been failing at her attempt to kill not just her, but us, too, or just herself, I’d never know.
What I did know, though, was that she was doing amazing now that she was nowhere near my father or his reach.
She wasn’t going out of her way to be a successful person in life, but she was still a contribution to society.
I checked up on her every now and then, and when I had extra cash, I sent her some anonymously.
Like just yesterday. I sent her a thousand-dollar cashier’s check.
Since I wasn’t exactly living at my apartment, my gas bill, my electric bill, and my water bill had drastically changed. Therefore, that meant extra cash. And I always sent the little bit extra from those three things to her, no matter what the amount.
I wasn’t exactly sure why.
And, since I did it anonymously, there was no way for her to trace it unless she cared enough to drive out of town to a faraway post office where I drove to send it so she couldn’t follow the trail back to me.
Anyway, when I say that I knew where Bowie was coming from, I meant it.
Our lives might not have been exactly the same, but they were definitely similar. And I felt a kinship to the man I love’s child.
“So what are you going to do with it?” Folsom poked my bouquet with an extended finger.
I grinned, sped through my shower, and explained my thought process.
By the time I was out, she was going through Aodhan’s medicine cabinet.
“Condoms?” she asked, pulling the unopened box out.
I grimaced. Those had been in there since I moved in.
“The expiration date on the box is from ten years ago,” I said. “Likely, at least this is what I’m telling myself, they’re from when we were still together.”
She looked at the date, and sure enough, nodded her head in approval.
“That makes sense,” she put them back. “Are you still on the pill?”
“I was on the implant,” I said as I wiggled my arm, causing my arm fat to sway with the motion. “But it’s way past due so I fished it out myself a few weeks ago.”
“You would’ve finally been putting it to good use,” she teased, batting her eyes at me.
I felt my face flush.
Oh, yes. We would’ve definitely been putting it to good use.