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My beloved 1969 mint-green Volkswagen bus. Magdalena.
LOVE a bus moment!
A waiter passed us with a tray of champagne flutes. I snagged two and held one out for Natalie. “I’d better not.” She waved it off. “I’m on the clock. And speaking of such, I’d better get back to your daughter.” “She’s fine with my parents.” “You’re paying me to watch her.” “Would you feel better if I didn’t pay you?” “Actually, yes. It feels strange to be paid when I’m enjoying myself so much.” I held out the champagne again. “Done.” She took it and smirked. “You’re still going to pay me, aren’t you?” “Yes.”
“There are moms like ours in the world,” I told Violet. “I’m sorry you got one of them. But girls like us are lucky too.” “How?” “Because even though we don’t have the best moms, we have the very best of the best of the best dads. Don’t you think?”
I answered by stepping forward, forcing her inside. With the aloe plant set on the floor, I closed the door behind me and moved into her space. Before she could retreat out of my grasp, I framed her face with my palms. “I met Cathy.” Her shoulders slumped. “Yeah.” “You’re not my nanny anymore.” “No, not anymore.” Her mouth turned down. “Sorry.” “I’m not.” Then I kissed the sad look off her face.
