Page 60 of Tangled Emotions
Frank xo
“Oh no.” I sighed and fought the tears that filled my eyes. “He’s going to leave soon, so no getting attached.”
That didn’t stop me from rereading the note and tucking it away in my nightstand.
My head spun, and I thought back to how much I drank. “Idiot.”
Pushing the covers back, I stumbled to the bathroom and took a shower. Next, I attempted to get my uniform on for work, then decided fuck it, sweats and a tee won.
I’ll make Evie work my shift.
Going through my purse, I pulled out my sunglass and wandered over to the diner.
“Look what the cat dragged in.” Geno teased as I flipped him off.
“I need the morning after special.” I slid into a seat at the counter. “And you’re gonna serve me like a real customer.”
“Evie said you were getting laid last night, why you so grumpy?” He came over, flipped my mug, and filled it with coffee.
“She’s not my mother.” I grumbled as I lifted the cup and took a small sip.
The bells on the diner’s door rang, and my son’s voice filled the room. “Mom! Mom!” He ran over and hugged me while bouncing. “Guess what Aunt Evie let me do!”
Swallowing hard, I’m trying not to throw up and a random thought hit me.
If I wanted more with Frank, I needed to tell him about Matthew.
“But I don’t want more.” I grumbled.
“Want more of what, Mom?” He stopped bouncing.
“Matthew, please stop yelling.” I wrapped an arm around him. “Inside voice.”
“Oh, right.” He bounced again.
“Evelyn, you gave him candy.” I narrowed my eyes at my sister.
“She’s the best aunt ever, Mom. It was called cotton candy. She said I could eat more of it because it was so light and fluffy.” He went around to stand by my sister behind the counter. “Can I have a cheeseburger, Uncle E?”
Big E leaned out the window. “Order it right.”
“Right!” He nodded getting serious. “I need a cow run through the garden with a slice of Wisconsin and frog sticks, please.” He looked back at me. “What’s wrong, Mama?”
“I have a headache.” I laid my head on the counter.
“Too much fun with Frank?” Evie teased and snapped some tongs at my head.
“Whooooo’ssss Frank?” Matthew tilted his head to meet my eyes.
“A customer.”
“I’m gonna say last night went well?” Evie smiled.
“Not now, Evelyn.” I growled.
“I just asked a question.” She shrugged.
“It’s because I’m here, right?” My son threw his arms up. “You know, I’m not a little boy anymore. I can handle grown up talk.”