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I turn away from her and walk to the fridge. I open it and bring out my favorite sparkling drink. I take a sip of it, letting it cool me down.
“You are not saying anything,” Nala continues, obviously confused.
I turn to look at her, my eyebrows raised. “Am I supposed to say something when you've already jumped to conclusions?”
She gives me an unbelievable look. “You can't blame me, big bro. You treated her like trash and avoided her like a plague. Not everyone is out to betray us like Uncle Charles did to Dad.”
The mention of Charles causes me to crush the drink, its remaining contents splattering to the floor.
Her hands fly to her mouth as she realizes her mistake. “I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have mentioned him.” She rushes to clean the mess I made while I try to calm my anger.
Charles had been a close friend of my father. They were as thick as thieves. Until Charles had Dad killed just to gain the total shares of Dad's textile company.
We were oblivious to it. Thinking Dad had died because the brake of his car failed, not knowing it was Charles who hired someone to mess with the brakes. It wasn't until one of his men, whom he had discarded, told us the truth that we found out.
Mom could not handle Dad's death. She lost her mind and died a year later.
Charles died in jail during a scuffle, butchered unceremoniously. I still think it was an easy death for him.
I had to grow up quickly and be responsible for Nala. It's why I have a small, trusted circle. I can't afford to make the mistake Dad made of trusting the wrong people. I can't. If not for my sake but for Nala's.
She touches my arm, and I take note of the clean floor. “I'm sorry.”
I turn and hold her by her arms. “It's okay.”
“I just want you and her to get along. That's all.” I can see the sorrow in her eyes.
“Will it make you happy if I tell you that I apologized to her a few hours ago?”
She stares at me in surprise. Her mouth opens slightly. “Tell me you are joking.”
I release her from my hold, smiling at her reaction. “I’m going to do all it takes to win her forgiveness. That reminds me. Now that you are here. Can you give me some tips on how to get on her good side?”
“You are serious!” She walks to the sofa and sits. “When did all this happen, and you guys didn't tell me? I just left her place, and she didn't mention you.”
“Did you ask her about me?”
She shakes her head and looks confused. “No?”
“Well, if you asked, she would have answered just like I answered when you asked me about her,” I argue.
She scrunches her nose. “How can you hide this important information from me when I've been rooting for you two to get along for years.”
“I just apologized a few hours ago. She hasn't forgiven me. Stop acting like I betrayed you or something.”
She pouts, crossing her arms. It's times like this I wonder if I have spoiled her too much.
She suddenly smiles and claps her hands in excitement. “I will help you, but first you have to throw a house party.”
I give her an incredulous look. “And how does that help?”
She rolls her eyes in an exaggerated manner. “I'm inviting her to the party. That's a good first step to show her that you are no longer the mean, grumpy Chris.”
I frown at the adjectives she chose to describe me. Choosing to ignore her words, I sit beside her on the sofa. “I'm in.”
“Great,” She goes over the plan with me, making me realize more and more what a brilliant sister I have.
Chapter 7
