Just You. Jane Lark

nor Thanksgiving. I see them in the summer when they come over to LA.”

      “In the summer?”

      She looked at me with a flat gaze that said, so. It wasn’t abnormal for her.

      If this was a rich kid’s life, I was glad all those wishes I’d made on birthday candles as a boy hadn’t come true. “What about when you were a girl?”

      “I was in boarding school, I stayed there.”

      Her expression said she didn’t care. But she’d grown up on her own. A frown crushed my brow––I’d got her wrong in the office. But now she did look like the girl I’d worked with for a year. Her lips had pouted and her chin was up, in that aggressive bitch like expression I knew well.

      “How much did you see them?” My hand ran over my hair, back and forth, as I said it. I was still knee deep in shock.

      “A few weeks every year.”

      A few weeks? Well that had probably been as much as I’d seen Dad when he was meant to be with us, but that was because he didn’t give a shit and was in and out of jail––what about her parents then….