Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 131459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
But it wasn’t just that either.
She further wanted to be a veterinarian, both the “Tame stuff, Mom, in an office. But also, wild stuff, like Dr. Oakley Yukon Vet.” (Which was something else to be petrified about, because Dr. Oakley jumped out of planes and was known to be rushed by musk ox.)
And then there was backpacking through Europe, “Just, you know, to see what’s up with that.”
Also, her desire to film a Travels with My Father type of thing, except it would be Adventures with My Mother because she wanted to drag me along and make a movie about it.
In other words, she was her mother’s daughter, but she had no plan. She hadn’t applied to any schools. She hadn’t nailed anything down.
She was just going to “You know, let the universe guide me, like it did you.”
My mother, if she was alive, which sadly she was not, would bust a gut laughing at that. I could hear her voice cackling, “The pigeons have come home to roost! Finally.”
This because I put Mom through the same thing.
My father, who was alive, sadly, because he was an asshole, probably would have lots to say not only about the scope and ambiguity of Cadence’s plans, but also the actual plans, none of which, except the veterinarian part, he’d approve of.
Since I didn’t talk to him, I had no idea what any of those things he had to say were.
Therefore, now, I sensed Cadence understood that I’d soon be alone.
And although I’d tried to hide it from her, I sensed she knew I still missed her father like an ache. She knew because I could be immortal and live thousands of years, and I’d pine for him to touch his live wire to that frisson that hummed in me, and I’d pine for that until everything blinked out of existence and there was nothing but oblivion.
So now, my guess was, she didn’t want me to be alone.
And considering the fact she knew I was heterosexual, she was angling for me to find a man.
That was not going to happen.
And if it should, it sure as hell would not be with Tom Pierce.
“I don’t know him very well,” I told her. “I only met him a couple of times. But the last time I spoke to him, he’d done something to upset me, and I phoned and shared how disappointed I was in him. I wasn’t sure how he’d respond to me contacting him, and if it got ugly, I didn’t want you to overhear.”
“Did it get ugly?”
Fodder for thought, because no, he didn’t make it ugly in the slightest. But I wasn’t going to allow myself to chew on that.
“No.”
“What did he do to upset you?”
“Just man stuff many men do.”
“Like what?”
“Like, we’re not going to talk about what.”
“Mom.”
“Cadence,” I said softly. “I met him a couple of times, but I liked him very much in those times. We really connected. I thought he was a tremendous individual. When someone like that disappoints you, it stings. And I’m sorry, but how it stings is private.”
“So he fell off your pedestal.”
I froze, which was no surprise, considering fierce cold was sweeping through me.
“I’m not sure that’s how it went, baby,” I replied.
“You met him a couple of times and you thought he was a ‘tremendous individual.’ No one knows if someone is tremendous if they don’t truly know them, which means spending time with them.” She made a scoffing noise and decreed, “Pedestal city. By the way, Mom, those pedestals come in one size and the top is only a couple of inches wide. No matter how hard they try, no one can stay balanced up there. Everyone forced on one falls off.”
With that, my eighteen-year-old sage of an offspring turned and glided out of my studio, and I was thinking I really, really, really should not have let her travel with me. And I really, really, really should have made her go to bed when I had my friends over, or threw my parties, rather than letting her mingle with so many adults. And I really, really, really should not have let her do that semester abroad in Sweden, or that summer cooking course in France.
She was eighteen going on sixty.
And considering I was forty-eight, that made her older and wiser than me.
My alternatives were her being a brat, checked out, into drugs, doing something that might get her arrested or pregnant, or focusing all her energies on being popular.
Not great choices.
Still, in that moment, I was wondering if one of those would have been better.
Because she’d just clobbered me.
CHAPTER 4
THE FEELING IS MUTUAL
Tom
Idiotically eager to get there, considering she’d made it clear he wasn’t her favorite person, when he arrived, Tom found Mika’s home was white adobe, and it had a wide, but not tall, footprint.