Cora

When the door finally cracked open, I was met by a face I wanted to love but couldn’t figure out how.

“I had hoped you’d come by at some point. Please, come in.” She ushered me through and straight into her home. “Is everything all right with Legend?” Gwendolyn asked as she pointed me toward the couch.

“Oh yeah, he’s fine. He and James went to the park.”

“Would you like some coffee?”

Coffee indicated I’d be here a while. It would also give me something to do besides fidget with my hands and pick at my fingers. “That would be nice, thank you.”

She made her way to the kitchen, leaving me on the couch. “Your father was a big coffee drinker, although, I don’t recall your mother ever liking it much.”

I smiled at the memory. My love of the drink had indeed come from my dad. “She didn’t care for it, but I used to steal sips of his when he wasn’t looking.” It had slipped out before I realized I was being civil.