Page 107 of Old Habits
“Good, good. Will, get everyone moving into the dining room, please.”
I spin around and take advantage of the moment to retreat from the conversation. Blood rushes to my face so I take a lean against the wall until the feeling returns to my legs and my head stops throbbing.
I follow the silence back into the living room where Dad and Jovie keep Andy company.
“Dinner’s ready,” I say.
Dad stands up to walk into the dining room but he pauses for a quick moment to pat me on the shoulder as he passes by.
I look at Jovie as she wanders over to take my hand. Our fingers entwine in a subtle, loving squeeze as we both visibly exhale the air from our lungs.
There’s something you need to know about Jovie.
She gazes at me with a warm, elegant smile, one equally as heart-warming as it is bone-chilling.
Ignorance is bliss, right?