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They are five of the most stunning women I’ve ever seen. It has nothing to do with the lighting or how much time they’ve spent in hair and makeup. It’s the genuine smiles on their faces.
And then it strikes me with an electric-bright bolt of clarity. I’m almost thirty-three, and I still don’t have my life figured out.
“I can get that,” I rush out. But it’s too late—Charlie’s climbing in to retrieve it. “Allow me,” he says. “Since I can’t win you over with my remarkable face.” He shoots me a pointed glance before picking up the notebook.
Charlie holds it out, and I lunge so quickly I almost fall into the water. He steadies me by the arm, smiling. “Not a word.” He lifts his hands. “I didn’t say a thing.”
Charlie: Harry asked me to put in a good word, so this is me putting in a good word. Me: Noted. Me: Strange that he thought your word would have sway with me.
I remember writing, Today I am seventeen, but sometimes I wonder if I even exist.
“You’re not serious.” I look him over. “You can’t bake.” “Oh, I can bake.” Charlie takes a step closer. He bends down to my eye level and lowers his voice.
I glance at Charlie. He’s watching them with an expression that’s almost sad.
Oooo im not looking forward to her finding out they slept together..can you say AWKWARD ASF??
“Alice. Can I come in?” he asks from the other side of the door. I look around for an escape route, but short of throwing myself off the boathouse deck into the water, I’m cornered. “I know what you’re thinking,” he says. “And it’s too shallow to jump.”
“Oh, this is nothing,” I say. “I once walked around a gallery with my dress tucked into the back of my underwear. I couldn’t figure out why everyone was looking at me until an elderly woman pulled the skirt out of my butt.” He smiles. “Lucky woman.”
This is exactly where I wanted to be when I was seventeen, but it’s also exactly where I want to be now.
“And why are you smiling like that?” he says. Because for once in my life, I don’t feel like I’m on the sidelines. For once, I’m in the photo.
have the feeling that we go together, fit together, despite our differences. He makes me bolder, and I make him softer. He makes Bennett bolder, too.
I hold my breath, waiting for Bennett’s face to crumple, but she nods. “Okay.”
“You know, you were such an independent child. I was so busy with the twins and putting out Heather’s fires, and when I think back, I know I missed when you needed extra support.”
Charlie making pickles. Charlie at the foot of the tree house at Percy and Sam’s party. Charlie in the yellow boat. In each of them, he looks directly at the camera, through the lens, and right at me.
They’ve named her Sue, after Sam and Charlie’s mom, but they plan to call her Susie. Sam sends us a dozen photos, and everyone looks tired and happy and snuggly.
Ok i hate the name but appreciate the sentiment i suppose
