"Do you remember when you met my parents?
I do; I had been trying to get you to leave, but you kept ignoring my requests and insisted you still didn’t understand what I had been explaining, but I knew it was a lie.
Do you remember how my parents were so sweet?
I wanted to gag.
Do you remember them askig you to dinner?
You said yes. Oh, how I wanted to kill you then.
Do you remember sitting at our table having conversation with my parents?
You tried to play the part of the good boy, but they saw through it.
Do you remember shaking my fathers hand as you left?
I do.
Do you remember him sayng, 'You can tell a lot by a persons handshake'?"
YOU ARE READING
Crossroad
Romance“We all have our own path. This is mine. And that is yours. We are merely at crossroads together.”
