Chapter 2.56

12

—Nora—

Mom sniffed softly and wipes under her eyes. “I can’t believe you’re really moving out.” She looked up at the old Victorian townhouse I would be living in now and then back at me. “You know I’d be happy with you and Caleb living at home for a while longer.” “A while” being an almost infinite amount of time.

Carter laid his hand on her shoulder. “This is something she needs to do. Right?”

3

I smiled gratefully and nodded at him. “Yeah, it is.”

“Come home all the time,” Mom said in a tone that brooked no argument.

4

I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight. “I’ll come home when I can,” I promised. With my schedule, I doubted that I would have much time to do more than drop off and pick up Caleb, but I would try to make time for visiting.

5

She sniffed again and smiled sheepishly at herself. “I don’t know why this is so hard. I’m going to see you almost everyday when you bring Caleb over.”

Until I find an affordable daycare. This was the time Mom really ought to be able to slow down a little bit. With the twins eleven now, they didn’t require as much close supervision. This should be Mom’s opportunity to have some time to herself, not run after a little kid all day.

6

“Don’t worry,” an elderly woman said from the front door. “I’ll take good care of them.”

Mom smiled at Mrs. Burgess, the woman who owned the house and lived on the first floor. “I know they’ll be in good hands.” I hadn’t spoken with her much outside of the brief interview I’d had with her, but she seemed like a pleasant woman. She had offered to let me use the downstairs kitchen if I ever wanted, but I’d told her I’d probably keep to myself a lot.

7

“I better get upstairs; I’ve still got some unpacking to do.”

“Are you sure you don’t want some more help?” Mom asked.

8

Carter chuckled softly. “She’s a big girl, Haddie; she can handle some boxes.” He gave me a hug. “You’ll call if you need anything.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, I will. I’ll see you tomorrow when I drop Caleb off, Mom.

It took another few minutes, but eventually I was able to go upstairs with my son where I was, at last, alone in my little apartment. It wasn’t much; it was a two-bedroom apartment crammed into the second floor of a rather narrow old Victorian house. But it was my apartment. It was a good place for Caleb to live, and it wasn’t too far from the journal.

While Caleb explored his bedroom, I went into the living room and looked around. It was a bit out-dated and cramped, but I liked it. It didn’t feel cramped so much as cozy. Things were still going to be tough, but I couldn’t help but feel hopeful.


9

—Josh—

As soon as I walked into Nora’s apartment, I felt like a giant. I was used to being the tall guy anywhere, but my frame pretty much consumed the narrow hallway.

“The living room has a little more space,” Nora promised, leading the way past the kitchenette.

10

I followed her in, looking around. “It’s definitely…” I couldn’t readily think of much complimentary to say.

She laughed softly. “I know; the décor is pretty dated, but I kind of like it.” She walked around the room and smiled at me. “It isn’t much, I know, but don’t you think it’s charming?”

No, I didn’t really think so, but I couldn’t say that. Looking at the smile on my sister’s face, it was obvious that she loved the apartment. And that was really all that mattered. “I think it’s great, Nora. I’m really glad you’re happy with it.”

“Do you want anything? I just went to the store.” She grinned. “I’ve got to get used to playing hostess now, I guess.”

11

I shook my head and sat down on the sofa. “No, I’m good. How are things at the journal?”

“Pretty good.” She sat down and rolled her eyes. “Or, well, at least as god as ever for me. They’ve still got me doing pointless fluff pieces.”

“You need a good story.” I grinned crookedly at her. “Maybe I should specially request that you cover all my game. Because I am journalism gold.”

12

She snorted. “I’ll pass on the nepotism, thanks. I’m also not a sport’s writer.” She sighed. “I want to be a serious journalist. Write about real issues. How am I supposed to do that if all they give me is kitten-up-a-tree stuff?”

“I hate to say this, but it might take independent research. You may need to go find your own story and take it to them.”

“They’d probably say, ‘great, thanks; this’ll be great for this other guy.’” She shook her head. “You’re right, though. It’s the only way I’ll get noticed. I just don’t know how to find the time.”

13

“Well, you know I’ll help you however I can. I’m still ticked at you for not telling me when you were moving, by the way.” She’d moved in four days ago, but I’d only found out the next day.

“It’s not like I had a lot; the apartment came furnished. Mom, Carter, and I had it covered.” She bumped her shoulder into mine. “So, what’s up with you?”

I shrugged. “Pretty much the same as ever. Everything is fine.”

“Uh huh,” she said, voice dripping with disbelief. “Once more with feeling.”

14

I sighed softly. “I’m…” I rubbed my face, leaning forward on my thighs. Finally, I admitted, in a voice barely above a whisper, “I’m afraid I’m losing Alison.” Saying it aloud hurt. “She’s been spending a lot of time with Luc ever since our fight…It’s not really about him, though. I trust her – I really do. I just – I want to fix things with us, but I just don’t know how.”

“Josh,” Nora started in a soft, hesitant voice, “are you sure it would be such a bad thing? Losing her? You want to have a family; she doesn’t. That’s a huge difference of a opinion.”

15

“I know that,” I snapped. “I love her. I can’t just leave her.”

“She isn’t making you happy.” So plain, so matter-of-fact.

16

The gentle tone of her voice coupled with the bald-faced way she said the very thing I refused to admit to myself infuriated me. “She does make me happy!” It was only when she started and leaned away from me that I realized I’d yelled. Immediately, my anger evaporated. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to shout.” I rubbed my face with both hands. “I love Alison,” I repeated. “And I know that she loves me. We’ve just been having a rough time. It’s to be expected after five years.” The words rang hollow, but I ignored that.

Nora didn’t say anything. She just leaned over and put her head on my shoulder.

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7 Responses to Chapter 2.56

  1. CitizenErased14 says:

    I’m really happy for Nora! That’s a big step for her and Caleb, and I think it’s awesome! ^_^

    Poor Josh though… oh goodness. Even his own sister has abandoned the SS Jolison. Don’t go down with the ship, buddy. 😦 My heart is breaking for him. You write him so well.

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  2. maladi777 says:

    Josh must face the truth. They hit the dead end with Allison. Hopefully, there’s another girl for him somewhere.

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  3. Senna says:

    Good to see Nora’s getting her own place! 😀

    And poor Josh. 😦

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  4. theplumbob says:

    Gosh, Hadley looks better than when she was young! That woman ages well! Great to see Nora moving in the direction she wants to, hopefully she’ll gain a bit of confidence now that she won’t feel as reliant on her parents. As for Jolison… Well I was ready for them to be over as soon as it started, soo… 😀

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    • JoieWilder says:

      That hair really favors Hadley! I really had no idea how pretty she was until I changed her hair that first time. We’re still a little ways from the official sinking of the SS. Jolison. Perhaps Josh might be able to salvage it?

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  5. Hailey says:

    Honestly, as much as everyone appears to love Alison and Josh together, I think they need to find out what they want–separately. Josh needs to find someone who also wants children, and Alison doesn’t want that. I think they would be happier leading different lives now.

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  6. cshaner says:

    My first thought was “wow! Nora is her Momma!” They even are wearing the same colors in those first few shots!!

    I’m so happy for Nora and her little piece of the world with her son. She’s worked so hard to get this space of her own. I can see her snuggled with Caleb on the couch and enjoying tv time with him!

    Poor Josh it’s so very hard when you know the love is there to see its better to move on when the core beliefs are so … Vastly different.

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