sighed. “All right, all right. If you don’t want the smoothie, I’ll get you something else. What do you want?” She made to look through the menu again and read her daughter the options.
“I don’t want anything. I’m not hungry or thirsty. I just want to play.”
Amber closed the menu and threw Rebecca an apologetic look.
“Well, where do you want to play, Ava?” asked Rebecca.
The girl looked around her and studied the options. That early in the morning, the central square was rather empty. There were just a couple of people sitting at the tables, having coffee or breakfast. Yesterday, there had been two carriages with beautiful horses, and the nice men who were offering tourists rides on the narrows streets of Segesvar, had let her pet the pretty animals. She hoped they would come again later and this time her father would say they could go for a ride.
“I want to go see those pretty flowers,” she eventually said.
Indeed, there were some nice flower arrangements on the terrace across from them.
“Okay,” sighed Amber. “But try to stay where I can see you.”
Ava didn’t say anything. She grabbed her tablet and went to walk around the square and take pictures.
“She’s bored…” explained Amber.
“Well, this place doesn’t offer much entertainment for children.”
“I know, right? My husband chose it. Stephan is a bit of a history buff, which is fine, because I love history too, but when you travel with children, you have to take other things into consideration as well.”
Becca smiled and suggested they should get more coffee. They also ordered breakfast and started a light chat while they both tried to keep an eye on Ava. The girl was now watching an old lady as she was setting up her souvenir gift shop. Rebecca welcomed the distraction. She didn’t feel like talking, so she let Amber tell her about her husband and daughter. It turned out that they lived in Chicago, and that her husband worked at his father’s software company, while Amber was a stay-at-home mom. They obviously had a financial situation which was way above Rebecca’s. She had thought she was a busy person, but Amber’s husband seemed to work 24/7. Right now, as Amber and Ava were having breakfast alone, he was on the phone with an employee who had, apparently, messed something up and was trying to fix it.
“He’s never here…” said Amber. “This trip was supposed to be about us, you know? About him spending more time with his daughter.” She sighed. “I was such a fool…”
The conversation had suddenly taken a whole different turn, and Rebecca noticed Amber was picking at her food, her sad blue eyes fixed on the plate.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t burden you with my problems,” she looked up at Becca and gave her a small, embarrassed smile. “It’s your turn. Tell me about yourself.”
Rebecca was ready to go into more detail about her job then maybe even tell her about Emil, but she changed her mind. Compared to Amber’s problems, hers were child’s play.
“No. I’m here to listen, if you want to talk. You don’t seem… very happy and excited about your vacation. You can tell me. You’ll feel better afterwards, trust me.”
Amber seemed uncertain of how to react. Rebecca took a sip of her coffee and gave her an encouraging smile.
“I know I’m a stranger to you. Sometimes it’s easier to talk to strangers, though. I’ve seen a couple of counselors and even attended a therapy group for a while. That’s how I realized that it was easier for me to open my heart to people with whom I didn’t have any kind of personal relationship than to talk to my friends, or even my sister. I don’t know why… Maybe it’s because when you talk to a stranger, you know they won’t judge you. And if they do, their opinion has no way of affecting you because you know… you don’t have to see them again.”
Amber smiled reluctantly. “The truth is… I don’t have many friends. I used to have