As she suspected nothing had been touched for a while. It was neater than she and Ken kept their place but of course both of them worked. Jack's perso...al stuff was still in the bathroom. They had already transformed a spare room into a nursery. An older crib was there. They even had an old clothes dresser that had some baby clothes in it. An old cedar chest was nearby stuffed with many knit woolies. She picked up a small knitted pair of winter mittens.'Oh my god these are so sweet! I wonder who. I feel safe with him. And I’m not ready to get married yet.”Maria obviously wasn’t going to tell her mother about the run-in with the girl gang. I tuned out the rest of the conversation, mulling over the fact that Mrs D’Angelou had only started to think me gay after looking at me. That had to be significant, but how?Maria appeared bearing two sodas and a fake smile.“Mama likes you,” she lied.I took the proffered soda. “I overheard some of your conversation in the kitchen. It must be hard for. Having flown in from the west coast on an earlier plane, I was waiting for a flight to New York to catch my London plane later in the day.I'd been visiting my sister in Sydney and, to be honest, things had gone a little awry on me. Out of laziness and overconfidence (I'd never had a problem before) I'd left booking my return flights until the last very minute. Only to discover that all flights from Sydney to London were fully booked for several days.For contractual reasons I really needed to be. You should've known it was too good to be true, that a girl like that would be so interested in you off the bat. But I mean, come on, who could've predicted that she'd turn out to be the kind of backstabbing witch you only read about in stories? Not you, oblivious as you are to the inner workings of the female mind.You sigh, forcibly snapping yourself from the memories and focusing instead on the raindrops dragging down your window. It doesn't take long before the sight and the overall.