Savana Greenwood paced the length of her sister’s kitchen while she talked with her mother. Cassie stood at the stove stirring, moving back to the counter, doing some prep and cleanup. “You kicked me out almost four years ago.” Same as she did Cassie, though the circumstances were widely varied. “I’m going to college here, my GPA was three point six this semester, and I worked part-time. I am doing fine.”
Better than fine, but she didn't need to rub her mother’s face in it. “I just want you to reconsider. Things have changed here.”
Sure, like her mom needed her to help pay the bills. “Cassie needs me here to help her with the kids.” All four of them. Seven, five, two and seven months. Clearly, Cassie was insane or her husband was really great in bed.
Vana leaned on the counter overlooking the living room. Justin was sitting on the floor entertaining the two boys with cars while holding a baby over one shoulder and a doll laying across his lap. And after he'd worked a full day. And he looked gorgeous while he did it all.
Vana developed a crush on him the day Cassie brought him home. He was a bad boy back then. Leather jacket and long hair. He wasn't old enough to actually ride a motorcycle.
Somewhere between his youth and the present, he'd straightened up, got a full scholarship to go to college, and got a good job.
He looked up at caught her eye. He shrugged a little when she smiled at him, then he pulled his eyes back to the children.
His eyes had remained the same sharp blue. And his lips. He had a great mouth. She could imagine that he was a great kisser and probably great at other forms of pleasure with that mouth. Her sister certainly seemed to enjoy him. They had four kids.
“What?” She hadn’t heard a word her mother said as she ogled Justin.
“I said, Cassie doesn't need you.”
“Well I need her. Mom, listen, I am nineteen. I have a life here, I have friends and school and work. I will come visit you when Cassie does. And I do still love you. I forgave you for kicking me out long ago. I have to go because I abandoned Justin with all four kids.”
“Have Cassie call me.”
“Yes. Good-bye Mom. Have a good evening. I love you.”
She did love her mom, but she had surpassed her maturity level at twelve. Her mother still couldn't manage her money and wanted someone to bail her out. Well not Savana Greenwood. She had to support the people who did support her, Cassie and Justin.
She hung up the phone and swooped into the living room and took baby Brody from Justin’s arms. She bounced him on her shoulder and nodded to his grateful “Thank you.”
She returned to the kitchen. “Mom says call her. And I’m not moving in with her. In case you were worried.”
“I'm not. And if you wanted to, I wouldn't stop you. But I know you aren't that dumb.”
“I owe you guys my life. If you hadn't let me move in, I probably would have ended up a crack ho prostitute under the bridge.”
“Someone saved me once, I had to pass it on. Besides, you have been a big help with the kids.”
“What’s the problem this time anyway?”
“That guy, whoever was there now, he split and she can’t live on her own. She can't pay her damned bills, I know it. She didn't say it.”
Cassie sighed. “Great, she wants me to phone so she can ask to borrow some money.”
Brody let out a scream. “Here you go feed this one, I'll finish supper and set the table.”
Cassie took the baby. “You are a lifesaver.”
“Ah, just paying my way Sis.”
She watched through the pass through to the living room, as Cassie sat on the sofa and lifted her shirt. Parasites, she thought, children were part parasite. Latched on, feeding from another being. And not only physically, they sucked at you emotionally.
So, that cleared it up, she wouldn't have children. She glanced to Justin, who looked slightly pained. She needed stop looking at him, otherwise that old crush would rear it’s head. She need to go to the bar and get picked up and get laid. She worked so hard the last semester she hadn’t dated or even had sex. Next week the last of her exams would be over, all essays handed in and her semester would be over. An easy summer of working at Justin’s company would leave her plenty of time for boys. Or men.