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Instead, he turned, walked out the front door, and came back inside one second later with the morning paper. He carried it out the back door and had a seat on one of the lawnchairs. She took a deep breath. He was staying, for now.
She heard the phone ringing. She followed the ringing to her purse, which was flung into the corner of the foyer, and found the phone.
“Ala. It’s mom. Whose car is that?”
Ala rushed to the window and tugged the blinds out of the way. The Aston Martin gleamed in the sun, more beautiful than she had remembered it. It sucked all of the attention from the rest of the cars on the block for certain.
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“No.” She hated when her mother did this. This repetitive passive aggressive communication was so juvenile.
“It’s parked directly in front of Emmanuel’s house”
“Why would someone park there if they weren’t actually inside of Emmanuel’s house?”
“You’re asking as if I parked it there.”
“Well, did you?”
“No, I arelady told you I don’t know whose care it is.” She heard the back door closing and lowered her voice. “I’ve never seen that car in my life. I assure you, I’m perfectly fine.”
Silence. Staying calm was the sure way to shut her mother up.
“Alright then. What are your plans for the day?”
She felt him watching her from behind.
“I’m a little busy now explaining things to the gardener. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Don’t forget to call. Dad wants to talk to you.”