Contessa (31 page)

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Authors: Lori L. Otto

Tags: #Fiction, #Coming of Age


Yeah, I

m ready. Thanks, Granna, for the gift. I promise to keep it between us.


I hope it inspires you,

she says as we head to her town car.

I know he would love to share his visions with a true artist like you.

I smile, imagining Nate as a father, explaining his sketches to me so I can really see all the meaning behind his work. I hope I can somehow channel him in this way.

Her driver drops me off at my house.

Put it in your bag, sweetie,

she says as I get out of the car.


Yes, ma

am. Love you, Granna.


Happy belated birthday, Livvy. Tell your parents I

m looking forward to Saturday night.

“‘
Kay.

Dad opens the door for me when I

m halfway up the sidewalk. He waves at Granna as the car pulls away.


Did you have fun?

he asks.


Yep.


How was class?


Fine.

I hear him sigh heavily as I head downstairs to my room. I kick my shoes off and grab my phone, sitting down in the middle of the throw pillows on my bed. Jon has sent three messages.


I was just kidding, Livvy.


You know that, right?


I

m sorry.

I decide to call him.


Hey,

he whispers into the phone.


Hi. I know you were kidding. Granna doesn

t like it when people use their phones at dinner. I should have mentioned that.


Cool.


Everything okay? You seem really quiet.


Yeah, I don

t want to wake my brothers.


Oh. Sorry, I forgot.


It

s fine. I

m glad you called.


Okay.


So I

m definitely coming to the open house. What time will you be there?


I

m supposed to be there to oversee the caterers with Granna at four.


Then I

ll be there at four.


I can

t wait.


Me, either. And we

re going to get away for a little bit,

he says.

I don

t care if it

s just a few minutes alone in the courtyard, Livvy, I want to kiss you again. I

ve been thinking about it all week.


Me, too.


And I

m going to find a way to get invited to your house for dinner or something. I can

t stand going a week without seeing you. If I have to hang out with your parents, damn it, I

ll do it.

He laughs. I cringe at the thought of my dad and Jon at the same table again. I know Dad

s not over the conversation we had last weekend, and I

m actually nervous to just have them in the same room. I

m glad we

ll be in public on Saturday. My dad has never been one to make a scene in front of people he doesn

t know.


Okay,

I say simply.

I

ve got to go do my homework.


What are you studying tonight?


I have a chemistry test tomorrow.


What

s the test over?


The periodic table. I have to memorize the whole thing.


Happy Henry likes beer but could not obtain food.


Ummm... who?


Hydrogen, helium, lithium, beryllium, boron, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen and fluorine. The first nine elements,

he says.

Happy Henry likes beer but could not obtain food. It

s just a mnemonic device to help you remember.


Nice. Thank you. I

ll get nine right.


I

m sure you

ll do fine. I loved chemistry.


Is there any subject you don

t love?

He doesn

t pause for a second before responding.

Not really. Back to chemistry–are you good at it?


It

s hard. And boring.


Excellent,

he says.


Why is that excellent?


No reason. Go study. And good luck tomorrow. Just remember Henry.


I

d rather remember Jon,

I tell him with a smile.


Well, that won

t help you. There are no elements that start with

J.
’”


Lame.


You can remember me Saturday.


I won

t have to. I get to see you.


And kiss me.


Yep,

I say shyly.

Can

t wait.


Can

t wait,

he repeats.

Study hard. Sleep well.


You, too. Good night.

Four-thirty.
Anxious to see him, I decide to send him a text message.


Is everything okay?


Yeah, sorry. I should be there in an hour. It starts at six, right?


Yeah. See you soon.

I sigh, putting my phone away.


Are you alright?

my cousin, Lexi, asks me. She

s here to meet the parents of her music students.


Yeah. Jon was supposed to be here at four, but he

s running late.


Oh,

she says with a smile.

But he

ll be here?


Yeah.


You got something else on your mind, Liv?


I don

t know.


You know, if you ever need to talk, I

m a good listener.


Okay. Thanks,

I tell her politely. She straightens a stack of napkins and starts to walk away.

Lexi?


Yeah?


Do you think I can ask you a question? It

s kind of personal.


Sure.


How old were you when you and Kyle... you know.


No, I don

t know. I don

t
think
I know.

She looks at me, leery.


Had sex,

I whisper, careful to keep our conversation between us. I didn

t want Granna overhearing anything.


Livvy!

she says, surprised.

You

re too young to be considering that.


Thanks, Dad,

I mumble.

I

m not either. How old were you?


I suppose I

ll be twenty-four.


What?

I ask her quickly, unable to hide my shocked expression.

You guys haven

t–


No,

she says.

We wanted to wait until we were married.


Both of you?


Yeah,

she answers with a blush.


I mean–
neither
of you have had sex?


No, of course not.


But you

ve been dating forever!


I know.

She shrugs and laughs at my reaction.

We decided early on that we didn

t want to let physical desires play a role in our relationship.


But you were overseas with him for a year!
Alone!


Scandalous!

she says, mocking me.

We

re civilized people, Livvy. We can control ourselves.


You kiss, though. Right?


Of course we do! We kiss a lot!


But nothing else?


Well,

she says.

Not
nothing
else, but not
everything
else. I

ll definitely feel okay wearing white to my wedding. Why are you wanting to know all of this, if you don

t mind me asking?


I don

t know. Jon and I had a talk last weekend about sex and stuff,

I say quickly.

He

s had sex before.


He

s, what, seventeen?


Yeah.


That seems pretty young.


Oh, come on, don

t tell me the boys in your high school weren

t having sex.

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