Vicious Circles - By Leann Andrews Page 0,77
wasn’t. I just figured that I had spent enough time going on and on about how devoted to them I was that it was time for a change. That’s why I’m working on becoming a psychiatrist or a therapist. Maybe an interventionist.
The point is I know how those people feel because I’ve been there. I lost a friend and I almost lost my life. I almost lost my Mason.
“You’re up early.” Mason rolled over in bed to glance at my computer screen.
“I couldn’t sleep. Inspiration hit.”
He read a little of what I had written and smiled lazily. “Is this the last chapter?”
“It is,” I sighed. “I’m a little sad that I’m almost finished.”
Mason rolled to his back and rubbed his eyes with both hands. “No one has a story like us, baby. We own our tale of life.”
“Well,” I moved the laptop off of my lap and moved to get out of bed, “I have to make food for the party this afternoon. I better get moving.”
He laughed but let me go without a fight.
The past few Christmases our house had become the gift exchange meeting place. I was a damn good cook after having so much time to practice. I didn’t mind cooking for our friends. Mason thinks it’s hilarious that I’m so domestic. I am not beyond flipping him the bird, ever.
Martin followed me through the house, rubbing against my bare legs whenever I slowed down enough for his liking.
“The cats are hungry!” I yelled loud enough for Mason to hear.
If anyone had suggested to me that I would be almost married in a nice house with a pool and two cats years ago, I would have laughed in their damn face. I mean, my future was bleak for the longest time. Since I began writing the story of our lives, I thought about Mason a lot.
We had both gone through so many changes since that night in Philadelphia when fate took over. Jill was gone from this earth of course, but I remember her before she was totally lost. She was horrible to me, but she was someone’s daughter and sister. She was a person and that is how I think of her these days. I’m sure my desire to save every lost soul is secretly in honor of Jill and the part she played in the story of me.
I went from having no one to having an abundance of people to love me. Lynn is my partner in crime, though that isn’t news to anyone. She’s that bright light in the crowd that everyone gravitates toward. She is also my pseudo wedding planner.
The piles of fabric and color swatches have been strewn about the living room for weeks, but Mason knows better than to complain. I could always bring up the fact that there was always a band of men in the garage banging around and making far too much noise for our upscale neighborhood.
“When is your mom flying in?” I asked Mason as he shuffled into the kitchen with no shirt on.
He watched me moving around the room effortlessly. “Next Thursday. Hey, can I ask you something?”
I placed a bowl of cereal in front of him. “Absolutely.”
“Do you feel differently now that you’ve written that book?”
I actually stopped and thought hard about my answer. “I feel like me now.”
Mason eyed me over his cereal bowl.
“Think about it this way…I can say that I truly know who I am now. I can admit my faults and accept myself.” It was hard to put into words after writing it all down. I was never a deep, emotional person until I started writing my story.
“Do you think you’ll ever publish it?”
“No…it’s ours and ours alone. It’s us.” I blew him a kiss and went back to pulling odds and ends from the cabinets.
“I wouldn’t be opposed to you going public with it,” he mumbled through a mouthful of cereal.
I stopped what I was doing and turned to face him. He’d always been such a private person, and so had I, but I think he realized how much it meant to me; helping others in the same position.
“You’d sign the release? I mean you-“
“Fallyn, I’d do it for you. If it saves just one life, then mission accomplished.”
I threw my arms around him in happiness. We’d talked about my book so many times and I never felt the need to push him on the subject. The fact that he would sign the release and let it go to press