Chapter 3: Memories and Moving Shadows
Not wanting to think about him, Rory closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe because Mia was inebriated, she didn’t notice the forlorn expression that flashed on Rory’s face for a moment. She continued to urge Rory to talk about her baby daddy.
"You named your baby after gold. Was he a blond? Aww, I wished Lia would be a redhead like you. Or could it be..."
Rory pulled a smile on her face. Her circumstances as a twenty-three-year-old single mother are not very bright, but she finds reasons to smile. In this instance, she found her reason in Mia’s pure smile. She decided to humor her.
"What can I say about him?" Rory said placing the glass on the table. She was no longer interested in drinking the wine. It didn’t taste as good as before.
Mia’s curious eyes fixed on Rory like laser pointers.
"Everything about him," Mia said rubbing her hands together.
"Mmm..." Rory pressed her lips. Her eyes ended up at the window. The raindrops were still streaming down the window. It is funny the same view can give different impressions depending on the mood of the viewer.
The rainy window that was not beautiful some time ago turned into a film and reminded her of a day in the past.
It was a sudden shower. She was waiting for him inside the car with the window down. The raindrops were streaming through the windshield.
She turned to her side to the sound of his boots on the gravel. She knew his gait. It was him. He was holding the coffee she asked him to buy. He always got her orders right.