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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
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I gave her my handkerchief and suggested, “You have to be honest with yourself. You knew .”
She nodded. “Those… I just try so hard with them. How can they be so… heartless?”
I didn’t reply.
She continued, “It’s not the money. Really, it’s not. I just don’t understand how they can be so… can’t they see how happy we are together?”
I really didn’t want to interfere with this cathartic moment, but I had to say, “ That is what they don’t like.” I reminded her, “Your father has never liked me, and, to be honest, the feeling is mutual. But unlike me, he’s more driven by hate than by love. And there is nothing we can do about that.”
She nodded, wiped her eyes with my handkerchief, took a deep breath, and said, “All right. I’ll speak to him tomorrow. And I won’t give in to him. There’s nothing more he can threaten me with… except the children’s money. So, we need to speak to the children.”
“Right.”
She asked me, “Do you think I should speak to Peter?”
“I would advise you not to. But that’s your decision.” I’m going to sue the bastard if I have to.
“All right…” She turned and put her head down on the arm of the sofa, and put her feet in my lap. I took off her shoes, and she wiggled her toes. She asked me, “Did you have a good Father’s Day, aside from blowing a million-dollar deal?”
“I did. I really did. I’m starting to like my mother.”
“Good. She loves you in her own way.”
“She certainly does.” I suggested, “Maybe we should rethink the yacht.”
“I guess we should.”
“How about a rowboat?”
“Can’t afford it.” She stretched, yawned, and said, “This has been an exhausting day. But you know what? I feel like someone has taken a thousand-pound weight off my back.”
“Actually, you’re about a quarter million dollars a year lighter.”
She stayed quiet a moment, then asked, “Were you… surprised when he offered you money?”
“To tell you the whole truth, he offered that to me the first night they were here.”
“He did? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, why ruin the week?”
“You need to tell me everything in a timely manner.”
“Can we change the subject?”
“How about sex?”
With that opening, I should have told her that her father tried to save me from marrying a loose woman, who happened to be his daughter.
I gave her my handkerchief and suggested, “You have to be honest with yourself. You knew .”
She nodded. “Those… I just try so hard with them. How can they be so… heartless?”
I didn’t reply.
She continued, “It’s not the money. Really, it’s not. I just don’t understand how they can be so… can’t they see how happy we are together?”
I really didn’t want to interfere with this cathartic moment, but I had to say, “ That is what they don’t like.” I reminded her, “Your father has never liked me, and, to be honest, the feeling is mutual. But unlike me, he’s more driven by hate than by love. And there is nothing we can do about that.”
She nodded, wiped her eyes with my handkerchief, took a deep breath, and said, “All right. I’ll speak to him tomorrow. And I won’t give in to him. There’s nothing more he can threaten me with… except the children’s money. So, we need to speak to the children.”
“Right.”
She asked me, “Do you think I should speak to Peter?”
“I would advise you not to. But that’s your decision.” I’m going to sue the bastard if I have to.
“All right…” She turned and put her head down on the arm of the sofa, and put her feet in my lap. I took off her shoes, and she wiggled her toes. She asked me, “Did you have a good Father’s Day, aside from blowing a million-dollar deal?”
“I did. I really did. I’m starting to like my mother.”
“Good. She loves you in her own way.”
“She certainly does.” I suggested, “Maybe we should rethink the yacht.”
“I guess we should.”
“How about a rowboat?”
“Can’t afford it.” She stretched, yawned, and said, “This has been an exhausting day. But you know what? I feel like someone has taken a thousand-pound weight off my back.”
“Actually, you’re about a quarter million dollars a year lighter.”
She stayed quiet a moment, then asked, “Were you… surprised when he offered you money?”
“To tell you the whole truth, he offered that to me the first night they were here.”
“He did? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Well, why ruin the week?”
“You need to tell me everything in a timely manner.”
“Can we change the subject?”
“How about sex?”
With that opening, I should have told her that her father tried to save me from marrying a loose woman, who happened to be his daughter.