Impossibly True (Impossibly Duology) by Shane Morgan Read Free Book Online Page B

and you’ll be back in school by tomorrow and won’t
have time. So just hang out with him a bit.” He placed his hand at the arch of
my back and prodded me forward.
      
I felt a tad nervous. When I went to my dad’s birthday party a few weeks ago,
he was busy trying to mingle with everyone who attended so we didn’t get to
talk much. Today would definitely be different. I still had a lot to say, but
with him, I’d turn shy unless he mentioned something about my mother.
      
Dad stood when we drew closer. “Hey there, baby girl. How you doing?” he leaned
in and gave me hug.
      
I hugged him back and breathed out my reply, “I’m good. You?”
      
“Life’s good,” he replied.
      
After he gave Branden a firm handshake, we sat down at the table, both guys on
opposite ends. Dad’s dark brown almond-shaped eyes never left me. He looked so
proud to be my father.
      
“How’ve you been? How’s the jewelry business?” I asked.
      
“Good. I’m still holding a position at the store for you if you want a job—”
      
“Oh, I forgot to tell you,” I cut him off. “I found a job at the plaza near
school. I’m starting after the holiday. It’s easier for me because I can work
after classes in the days.”
      
“I see,” he appeared somewhat disappointed. “Anyway, that aside, I’d love for
us to see each other more often, but I know school’s keeping you busy.”
      
I nodded, “Yeah. Finals are this week too.”
      
“You’re gonna do great. You’ve always been a smart kid. I ain’t worried.”
      
“Thank you,” I smiled.
      
Looking at Branden, he said, “Thanks, for calling me and getting us together.”
      
“Sure thing, sir,” he enthused. “She needed to see you. She’s been looking down
for a while because you haven’t been getting the chance to talk. No matter what she says.”
      
I peered over at Branden and defended myself, “I haven’t been down. We’ve both
been preoccupied with a lot of things.”
      
He leaned his head to the side and said to my dad, “See.”
      
Dad laughed. “Yeah, she’s always been a stubborn kid, and she always pushed
things aside.”
      
Of course he’d still know that about me. “Okay, are you two finished? I’d like
to eat.”
      
They both glanced at each other, passing a silent remark, and then they took up
their menus to decide on what to order.
      
“Oh, your momma told you about inviting me to Christmas dinner?” Dad asked in
an afterthought.
      
I put my menu down. “She did.”
      
Placing his menu back on the table as well, he narrowed his eyes and asked,
“She told you after she invited me, didn’t she?”
       “Yeah.”
      
“Just like your momma, always making the final decision before cluing us in,
huh?” he grinned slightly.
      
I couldn’t help plunging into defense mode where I wanted to back up my momma.
“She doesn’t like leaving things the way they are. She’s only trying to make it
better.”
      
He gestured his hand for me to calm down. “Moya, don’t get mad. I wasn’t
bashing your momma. I was only saying she should at least discuss things with
the people involved before making her decisions.”
      
“You mean like how she decided you wouldn’t be in my life without asking you
first? But you proved her right anyway when you gave up.”
      
“Moya…” Branden piped in; disappointed his lunch date wasn’t turning out so
good.
      
Dad raised his hand to stop him. “Oh no, it’s okay. She needs to get it out.”
He rested his elbows on top of the table, clasping his knuckles together. “Go
on,” he urged. “Tell me how bad I’ve been and how great your momma is; because
that’s all you ever do.”
      
I was getting frustrated. How dare him. “She’s a good mother; she did a lot for
me—”
      
“And I didn’t?” he interrupted, keeping his voice at a whisper yet it sounded
as if he was scolding me. “You’re forgetting one thing,