sculpture.
"Serious thought? What can we do about any of
it?" I wondered aloud.
"Depends," he said, picking up his chisel. "On what?" I said, following him.
"On whether Dad is really ready to reveal the
sins of the past, and on how Olivia and Samuel react.
You're related to Olivia through Belinda, of course,
but you're not a Logan." He smiled. "So," he said,
bringing the hammer and the chisel to the block, "you
might move in here with me, if you want." He turned.
"Being as I'm a close relative now."
My jaw dropped and I gaped at him.
"Move in with you?"
"And not have to put up with that horse's ass,"
he added.
"You would want me to live with you?" "Look at it from my point of view. I get a great
cook and housekeeper for free," he joked. He started
to tap the chisel and then stopped. "Of course, that
means I would have to do something legal like file to
be your guardian or something. I suppose that means I would have to attend a parent-teacher's conference, too, doesn't it? And sign your excuses for absence,
parental permission slips, all that stuff?"
He looked at me but I just stared. Live with
Kenneth?
"Do I have to go shopping with you and see to
your dental appointments?"
"Are you serious?"
His eyes darkened a little as his face lost its
touch of lightness and humor.
"One way or another I knew Haille would come
back into my life," he said.