Max
To be continued...
“So, how are your boys doing these days?” Marigold sips her bellini with a knowing grin. It’s her default setting, and I can’t blame her for that. She knows better than I do just how wonderful Blue and Ethan are for one another.
“They’re perfect together. Ethan is still grieving, of course, but grief doesn’t have any specific schedule or pattern, and Blue will no doubt continue to help him through it.”
“I knew you were right the moment I met them at the festival. There is just something about them that feels as if they were made for one another.” She picks through the bowl of fruit in front of her for a moment before plucking out a blueberry and popping it into her mouth with a contented smile. Though she’s spent most of her life without any successful personal, romantic relationships, Marigold has always been entranced by the concept of true love. The idea that some couples seem almost supernaturally made to belong together makes her soul soar. She’s always said that living vicariously through others has brought enough joy into her life, even though I know she’s still holding out hope she’ll find love one day too .
“I’m usually right about these things.” I wink and steal a strawberry from her plate.
Her carefree laughter rings out loudly enough that it almost echoes through the small café. “You know I’m never going to admit something like that.”
“You know,” I narrow my eyes with a playful grin, “I think you might be next.”
Her smile falters so briefly that anyone else paying attention to our conversation wouldn’t have even noticed. “You know that colorful, snarky man who accompanied Ethan and Blue when I read their cards is next, .”
I shake my head as the rush from my own bellini and the knowledge that the universe is a strange and wonderful place settle over me. “Oh, Mar. You know as well as I do that fate makes plans for more than one person at a time.”