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“What?”
“Don't you dare.”
“I didn't say anything.”
“Now is not the time.”
“Do you really think there is going to be a good time?” I watch them going back and forth. My mind spins with what she wants to say. What other secrets does she know, and will I ever know them all?
“No. But....”
Bosco huffs. Seems I’m not the only one irritated being left in the dark. “Can someone tell me what the hell you are whispering about?”
Her mom starts, “after I confessed to Elena who you were, she kind of made it her mission to learn everything she could about you.”
“Yeah I gathered that. By the way Missy, we need to continue some conversations that were started at the house.” Replies Bosco.
“Yeah I know. Don't worry I'll show you everything.” Says Elena.
“Okay, back to this secret.” Bosco says trying to stay on topic.
“Well, when she went digging…” Her mom is taking her time. She doesn't want to tell him either.
“Oh for fucks sake. Milan isn't your biological daughter.” Barks Elena.
“What?” Says Ricco, Bosco, and I in unison.
“I'm sorry Bosco. I didn't want to blurt it out, but I don't want to lie or hide anything either.”
“It can't be true.” I can hear the pain in his voice.
“Feel free to run your own tests. I ran three.” There is a glimmer of sorrow in her voice.
“How did you get her DNA? Never mind I don't want to know.” Ricco blurts. “Do you know who the father is?” She glances from Ricco to me, to her mom than dad. Moments tick by slowly.
Annoyed with the silence, Bosco finally speaks up. “Please, if you know who it is, tell me. Please.”
“Mario.” She mumbles. The bad-ass take no prisoners from the office is cracking, and I am enjoying every minute of her discomfort. She looks like she’d rather be anywhere else than having this conversation. Get used to it honey. We have a lot more of these awkward conversations coming.
“Really? Mario?” I ask.
Elena laughs a bit. I like her laugh. I want to hear it louder and more often. “I mean of all the guys she could have been messing around behind my dad's back with, she picked that guy!” Ricco joins her laughing.
“I'm sorry Bosco.” Offers her mom. She squeezes his hand. Bosco settles himself on the side of her bed. Their entwined hands resting on her thigh.
“Not your fault honey.” She smiles at the second term of endearment he has spoken.
“We don't have to tell anyone dad.” Says Elena. “No one outside of this room knows.”
Bosco gives a sad shake of his head. “The families will find out eventually. Especially after I bring you both home.”
“Home?” Squeaks Violet.
“Yes dear. Home. Where you have always belonged.”
“I can't go.” He gives her a look that says don't argue. “Darling. I'm not sitting in this hospital bed because it’s comfy. I'm sick.”
I eye Elena. She looks like she’s trying hard to mask her face. I see a glimmer of sadness in her face at the mention of her mom’s illness. My body takes an involuntary step towards her. The emotion is gone, but I feel the need to wrap her in my arms and tell her it’s okay. Be sad, be mad, or be angry. Whatever she needs to feel, feel it.
