But if Jana and Lola's dad made a kid, then that would mean...my sister is actually not my sister at all. She is Lola's sister.
Talk about making something complicated even more complicated.
And if this is true, if instead of a premature baby, Lyndallwas conceived earlier by another fucker, then does Dad know his kid isn't his?
And if it is true, did he kill her mom?
I do know if it is true, and he knows, he will never in a million years accept Lola.
It does explain the hatred and the falling out, though.
The affair would change a lot.
Maybe Mom didn't do anything, but they were close, she and Emilio.
But knowing my father...he would spread blame around.
And it would explain why he showed a lack of interest toward Lyndall, his kid or not.
An affair would have burned him deep.
If a kid came from it?
I shudder.
Good thing, though, is I really don't care about Dad accepting my choices. Because he wouldn't accept Lola in any capacity in my life.
But it might explain why he would threaten to cut my sister off from me.
As I said...fucking complicated.
After Lyndall's lesson, we walk around the village, and I buy her a cute T-shirt from some kitsch store. It is pink.
Pink.
I buy her ice cream and then a slice of cheese and pepperoni pizza, making her promise to eat whatever is waiting at home.
"Sure. There's room." And she bounds ahead to stroke a puppy.
There is a hole in the wall full of used books, and I pick up one, flicking through it.
Finally, we head back to Dad's. Lyndall falls asleep as we leave the city, and I want her to have a moment to rest.
It gives me time to think.
I don't come up with any answers, but I'm thinking maybe I will skip texting Lola as Alex today and then tomorrow ask how far she has gotten with her boss. I could suggest she drop to her knees in his office and go to town on his dick. I might like some deep-throat action.
Dad is home.
I press my lips together as we pull up, and I wake Lyndall. "Don't cause trouble and eat dinner."
"Fine, but get me out of there!"
With that charming parting line, she heads in, and I follow, just to make sure everything is fine.
Dad is at the door. "Enzo? Are you staying for dinner?"
"It's getting late, and I have got work."
