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He speaks loud enough for the other tables to hear, too. I give him a little nod. I’m feeling on the spot. Though I’m never shy, I don’t want to be hassled. My temper is easier to control when no one’s poking me.
Talon shows up and immediately pokes my belly. I expect her to tease me about my impressive dick or win applause from this table, too. Instead, she just asks, “Where are we sitting for dinner?”
Looking into her eyes, I realize she’s in a wild mood where the world feels powerless against her. My edginess fades. I like this Talon most of all.
We settle at a table in the corner, so we can talk alone.
“I want you to move into my place,” I say as she digs into her chili.
“Okay. I don’t have much stuff left at the cottage.”
“Just like that?”
“It’s been years since I realized you were what I wanted. So, no, not just like that. This has been a long time coming.”
Talon doesn’t really look like her dad and she never really sounds like him. But right now, she reminds me of Papa Bear. When he wanted something, he just decided to start working for it. That’s how he created the Sanctuary, the Born Villains Motorcycle Club, and his family.
Now, Talon reveals the same determination in her expression and tone. She got over a major hurdle holding her back. She’s no longer radiating that uncertain vibe about her. We’re both in uncharted territory, and it feels great.
TWINKLE TOES
Two weeks after theDolls arrive at the Sanctuary, we’re supposed to get together at HQ for our first group therapy session. Celine doesn’t want me to attend, but I think I should try to understand my past. Or at the very least, get a sense for what Celine is experiencing.
My sister has struggled with her new freedom. Celine isn’t familiar with a life without rules set by someone else. The more choices she gets, the less confident she becomes.
There are only three things Celine knows for sure. One is she likes wearing warm clothes better suited for winter. Two is she craves my attention. Three is she’s gaga over Thorn. Otherwise, she seems lost.
Celine has no experience with TV or movies. She doesn’t know anything about kids. She’s intimidated by wild women like Sister Sass or even soft-spoken women like Eliza. She acts submissive around Apex to the point where they can’t be alone in the same room or she’ll start crying.
That’s why I push her to attend therapy, both her solo sessions and our joint ones. She is bursting with fears and hopes she can’t put words to, but a professional will understand.
As Celine and I get ready for the group therapy, Apex waits for Mabie to arrive to help him with the girls. Her son is always good with Amelia. Though they’re close in age, Clark is so much more verbal and advanced. Amelia always tries to talk more after they play together.
Soon, Celine and I walk to HQ. I’m dressed in shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops while my sister wears a hoodie, sweatpants, and tennis shoes.
“I forget to call Mabie by her old-lady name,” I tell Celine who keeps seeming ready to stop walking. “Care Bear is a sweet name. I think I might introduce myself to the women today as Twinkle Toes. That way, they’ll get use to the name. The more people who call me by my old lady name, the more it’ll catch on.”
