It would have been so easy to call Zachariah, to hear his voice. But I couldn’t. I have no idea what would happen if I heard his voice. What could I even say to him if I called? A simplesorrywas not going to work. I owed him more than just a few easy words.
She laughed, but didn’t’ say anything as she took the phone from my hand. As she handed it back, she spoke. “I entered my number, and my friend’s—Bentley. Give her a call and she can work on getting you in there as soon as you’d like.”
“Thanks,” I said, grateful she was willing to help me in any way she could.
“Bentley is super nice!” Catrina gushed. “She watches me and like twenty other kids!” She held up both hands, showing me her version of how many twenty was.
She was adorable. I couldn’t help but smile at her, letting my emotions show through my eyes.
“Only between five and eight, depending on the day,” Krissy laughed. “My monkey over exaggerates. Constantly.”
I couldn’t help but smile at the girl. “Don’t most?”
“Well, I better go. It was nice to meet you,” Krissy said.
“You, too,” I replied.
“Bye!” Catrina called as her mother took her by the arm.
“Bye,” I said, giving her a wave.
“We should get together sometime. I’d hate to see you be all on your own like that uncle of yours,” Krissy called over her shoulder as she was halfway to the house next door.
“Sure,” I smiled. “I could use a friend or two here.”
“Great!” Krissy smiled before continuing on her way.
Surely making a friend or two here wouldn’t hurt me. There was no way I could let them know who I was, or that I was married to a mobster. But having someone to talk to sounded like a wonderful idea.
Maybe Karma was trying to show me that everything would be okay here.
