Flat-Out Love - Park Jessica (книги без регистрации бесплатно полностью TXT) 📗
Finn is God
But no girlfriend. So just my crazy family that wants me to come visit, I guess. I’ll confess disappointment.
Julie couldn’t help smiling.
Julie Seagle
Would not complain if you came to visit. Must meet the world-traveling, thrill-seeking, adventure-loving idol.
Finn is God
In that case, I’ll do my best to make it happen. Don’t tell anyone yet, though, until I’m sure.
Julie Seagle
OK. Fair enough.
Finn is God
I should go… Dinner soon.
Julie Seagle
And I should get to bed.
Finn is God
Nice! What are you wearing?
Finn is God
Sorry. Forgot I already tried that one…
Julie Seagle
Impressed with your persistence.
Finn is God
Ta da! I impressed you. Success! You’ve totally made my night.
Julie Seagle
And you’ve made mine.
Finn is God
Enjoy the rest of break. Really. You’re lucky to have your mom.
Julie Seagle
Will consider it.
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The sound of the train woke Julie in the middle of the night. After sleeping noise-free for nearly three months in the Watkins’ quiet Cambridge neighborhood, she couldn’t sleep through the roaring train sound anymore. She threw the covers off and got up. She’d been having a dream that she knew involved pancakes and ski jumping. She couldn’t remember the rest. But whatever it’d been about had left her soaked in sweat and hungry. Bleary-eyed, she stumbled down the stairs in her sweatpants and T-shirt and made the familiar walk to the kitchen.
“Hey, Jules.” Her mother smiled warmly at her. She was standing at the kitchen island, surrounded by every leftover dish from Thanksgiving. “Hungry?”
Julie nodded and took a seat on a stool.
“Milk?” her mom asked.
Julie nodded again. “What are you doing up?”
“Raiding the fridge.” Kate poured a glass for Julie. “How can I sleep knowing there is all this good food just sitting down here? What about you, kiddo? Thought you’d be zonked out from working so hard.”
Julie shrugged. “The train woke me.”
“Hm, that hasn’t bothered you in years.” Kate tousled Julie’s hair lightly. “Things are different now, huh? Well, dig in. I’ll heat up a plate for you. White meat or dark? Gravy? Potatoes? Green beans?”
“Everything. I need a heaping plate of everything.” Julie put her elbow on the counter and dropped her head into her hand. “And I need a pilgrim hat in order to properly enjoy the flavor.”
Kate clapped her hands together happily. “I knew it! I knew you’d miss the hat! I happen to have yours right here.” She reached behind her and grabbed the black hat from the cluttered kitchen desk, setting it on Julie’s head with a satisfied look. “It really suits you.”
Julie cracked a smile. “I think so.”
“So…” Kate said with forced casualty, “have you heard from your father?”
“He sent me the itinerary for our trip. I can’t wait. Thanks for letting me go. It’ll be fun, don’t you think?”
“Mmmm,” her mother agreed. “I hope so.”
“What do you mean you hope so? Of course it’ll be fun. I can’t believe Dad got so much time off to be with me.”
“Julie, you do know he’ll probably be doing some work during this trip,” Kate said gently. “The hotel he works for has locations all over California.”
“Oh. Well, that’s fine. I mean, we’ll still be together, and that’s what counts.”
“I just don’t want you to be disappointed. Your father has never been—”
“It’s going to be awesome. Just wait.” Julie beamed. This trip really was going to be amazing. She’d never been to California, and she’d never traveled with her father. Their visits were mostly confined to dinners when he was in town, so this was going to be different. “He’s really trying. He’s prioritizing. What about you? Are you excited for your cruise?” Kate’s best friend, Suzanne, was treating Kate to a fourteen-day holiday cruise in the Caribbean.
“Assuming I don’t get seasick, I think it’ll be lovely. I couldn’t bear to hang around the house over the holidays without you. I’m going to miss you, kiddo. Our first Christmas apart.”
“Mom, don’t cry! I’ll miss you, too. It’s so hard for Dad to find time to see me, and I can’t pass this up.”
Kate patted her eyes with her napkin and took a huge bite of turkey. “So things are good living at the Watkins’ house?” her mom asked through a mouthful of food.
“Yeah. I really like them.”
“And it’s still going well with Celeste? Isn’t she kind of old for a babysitter? What’s that about?”
“I’m not really a babysitter. More of a…” Julie struggled to find the right word. “A companion.”
Kate looked confused. “A companion? What does that mean?”
“Celeste is a little quirky.” That was putting it mildly, but Julie hadn’t told her mother about Flat Finn. She couldn’t think of a way to explain him without making Celeste out to be a complete nut case. “I really like her, but she has a hard time with friends. She acts a lot younger than she is.”
“So you’re less of a companion and more of a role model.”
“Huh. I hadn’t thought of it like that, but yeah. I guess so.”
“She’s lucky to have you,” Kate said.
Julie shook her head. “I’m lucky to have her.”
Chapter 16
Matthew Watkins People in my age group, educational, and financial status don’t appreciate generalizations or profiling.
Finn is God I have half a mind to tell you to fu of.
Julie Seagle I think that when Twitter says someone has “protected their Tweets,” a little picture of a chastity belt should pop up.
Julie sat curled up on the Watkins’ living room couch with a chenille blanket wrapped around her shoulders. It had snowed heavily the night before, coating the trees and the ground with a crisp white mask and leaving the city temporarily picturesque before the plows came by and dirtied everything up with black, sandy slush. It was sunny and cold today, and Julie liked the feeling of holing up in the house and snuggling into the cushions. She’d been back from Thanksgiving break for five days, and her two classes this Friday had been cancelled due to the weather. Matt was also home today, but Celeste’s private school, Barnaby, didn’t cancel classes unless a major natural disaster hit. Erin had put on snowshoes and trekked into her office, saying that if she didn’t have classes to teach, she might as well grade papers. Truthfully, the snowfall had been much less than was predicted, and Julie was sure there were pissed-off parents all over the state who were now stuck at home with their kids.
Matt sat in the armchair across from her, his feet resting on the coffee table, while he typed at warp speed. Julie dropped her book into her lap. She just couldn’t get into study mode today, and the idea of blowing off her work for the day was gaining appeal by the minute.
