“Don’t be mean,” Lennox hisses.
I groan, rubbing a hand over my neck. “Okay. Why not?” I acquiesce.
Nothing else seems to be going well in my life, so I doubt this could do any more harm. She shuffles the cards in her hands before starting to lay them out.
“Oh.Ohh.” Her ethereal voice takes on an urgent tone.
“That doesn’t sound good,” I say.
“The Three of Swords,” Serena says with an air of distress. “It means emotional pain. Maybe even heartbreak.”
I snort.No fucking shit.
Lennox elbows me in the side.
“What can he do about it?” Lennox asks.
“I’m afraid the only path is to keep moving forward,” she says. “By doing that, the pain will lessen and you’ll be able to move on with your life.”
“And what if I don’t want to move on?”
“Dad.” Lennox whacks me in the side.
“What? What if I’m not ready to move on?”
I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready to move on from Joey. She’s the first real relationship I’ve had since my wife died. I don’t know what that says about me.
Clearly I’m not the poster child of being able to move on.
“Do you have a plan?” Lennox asks.
“Well, no.”
“If you don’t have a plan, how do you know what you want to do? You can’t just wallow about what happened.”
“I know that, but?—”
“Do you really think you’d be happy not being with Joey?”
“Would you be happy that I’m dating someone so close in age to you?”
She shrugs a shoulder. “I’m not going to lie; it was weird when you first told me.”
“But?”
“But seeing you now? I know it’s real.”
Serena’s eyes pinball back and forth between me and my daughter.
“Got any advice over there on how to deal with a friend who doesn’t want you to date his daughter?”
“Who are you dating?” Serena asks.
This causes Lennox to laugh. Of course Serena wouldn’t know.
“Joey Andrews.”
“Oh.” Her eyes grow wide. “Yes, well, I can see that being a problem. Have you tried talking to her father?”
