Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22169 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
All these big time rich folks are rolling in, wanting a more rustic home, forcing out the old residents, cutting down the forests. The forests that contained the treasures that Tabitha and I had been reveling in all this time.
The doorbell to our home rings, and I get up to head down to answer it.
When I see who’s at the door? I am simultaneously pleased and ashamed.
It’s not like our family lived in some ludicrous mansion. Dad isn’t that self-indulgent. It is a good bit nicer than the cabins that Hunter, Hawk, and Bear had, and even those were fairly nice homes all things considered.
Tabitha though is there, in some red and blue dress, the colors swirled together, It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before, probably because it’s her own creation. It all blends together perfectly with her purple purse, and she’s looking as beautiful as ever as she smiles my way. “Hey there, you.”
“Uh, hi,” I say, scratching my head nervously. How did she even get my address?
Probably through the boys. Because I was being a weirdo and refusing to give it to her despite us dating for weeks now.
“I was in the neighborhood and I decided to check in and see how you’re doing.”
“Oh, I’m doing fine. I’m just swamped a bit with work.” This is technically not a lie. Trying to figure out how not to do your work is still work.
“May I come in?” She says, her eyes beaming, and as positive a force as she ever was.
My eyes go wide, and I start to panic a bit. “It’s probably not the best time, Tabitha. I’m really busy and I can’t really be distracted from this. It needs to get done and needs to get done as soon as I can manage it.”
Her face collapses into a frown. God, seeing that makes my heart break.
“I don’t mind just hanging out. I could see your folks and we could have a talk while you work.”
“They’re, uh, very anxious when it comes to unannounced visitors. My mother would berate me for not giving her a heads up so she could be a better hostess.”
She crosses her arms. She’s gotten to know me too well and knows when I’m full of shit.
“Alright then. I’m not going to force my way in. But I’d really like to come visit sometime. I really like you, Fox, and I’d love to get to know the people responsible for raising you.”
“I’m sure they’d like to meet you too,” a phrase I’m not sure was a lie or not. “But I hope this wasn’t too heartbreaking. I’m really looking forward to our hike tomorrow.”
“Yeah, our hike.” She sighs. “Take care of yourself, Fox.”
She turns and heads down my driveway, dejected, all while I feel like a total ass.
Tabitha isn’t the type of girl who would shame me for still living with my parents, so it has nothing to do with that. I’d been more than financially able to be on my own for awhile now, but I’ve wanted to strike out on my own the right way, and not in just any generic house for sale in Evergreen Valley.
I close the door and turn to head back to fretting over doing nothing, only for another woman in my life to be barring my path.
“Who was that, dear?” My mother said, a peanut butter and elderberry jam sandwich in hand.
“Just a friend.” A girlfriend is still your friend, right?
“Oh. They don’t usually come over to visit.” Possibly because this place is too rich even for them, nowadays. “So, how have things been going between you and that Elizabeth Finkle girl?”
Elizabeth Finkle? It takes a moment for me to remember who that even is. “We haven’t arranged anything, we both have been so busy.”
Was she? I had no idea because I haven’t talked to her beyond a random ‘Hello’ at a Christmas party when our parents introduced us.
“She’s such a nice girl. Perfect for you. Her family is really close to ours. You know how. They’re in the real estate business too. So you two should have a lot in common.”
And there was the core of my lack of interest, I remembered. I’m sure Elizabeth was a nice enough girl, yes. But my parents pushing a girl like her felt outright medieval. My dad was really good friends with her dad, and a marriage between us would be something akin to solidifying our alliances.
It’s also why I worried about introducing Tabitha to them. Ever since our ascendance into wealth, both of my parents have been obsessed with success and wealth, fearful of ever falling into being poor again.
And marrying into another successful family would be a good way to protect us from that happening.
I love Tabitha. I adore her.
But nothing about her suggested success in the conventional, business sense.