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just afraid he won’t want anything to do with me now.”
               
“He will. He might be mad as hell at you, but he still loves you too much not
to get over it. That’s why he‘s so angry darlin . It
may just take some time.”
               
“I hope so.”
               
“I’ll get out of your hair so you can do what you need to do, but eventually I
would like to hear about where you’ve been girl. For now I’ll just be glad
you’re back, but I’m here when you’re ready to give some of those answers.”
               
“I will; I promise I’ll tell you everything.” Satisfied with my promise, he
turned to leave. “Oh, and Mr. Cross.”
                “Yeah?”
               
“I missed you guys, so much, and I’m glad I’m home too.” He flashed me a smile
of fatherly affection and walked out the door. Hopefully Bas would be equally
forgiving.
               
The door closed behind him and I turned to face the rest of the house. Looking
at the familiar rooms and objects that were a part of shaping my childhood, I
knew I could let the memories wrap around me, but at this point I would only
drown in them. I had struggled in the last three years to work through my grief
and get to a place where I could think about her without shutting down or
falling apart.
               
I wasn’t a scared, confused twelve year old anymore and I knew there really was
so much of her left here and that, without a doubt, I would see and feel her in
every inch of this place we made a home together. That was more that I was
ready to deal with all at once. For now I would take it one step at a time, and
the first step was to get out of my travel clothes, take a shower, and go see
if I still had a best friend. If I could convince Sebastian not to hate me,
then I should be able to handle anything.

Chapter 2
     
               
The drive from Needham into the part of Boston where the bar is, took me just
over half an hour, and by the time I found a place to park it was almost nine.
Once again I found myself sitting in my car looking for some courage. My fear
of Bas’ reaction was ultimately outweighed by my need to see him, even if he
yelled at me or refused to speak to me or did one of the million other awful
things I had imagined him doing on the drive over.
               
I took one last look at myself in the mirror. I’m not usually so concerned with
how I look, but I was uncommonly nervous tonight. I have my insecurities at times,
with my appearance, but generally I feel pretty okay about myself. I know I’m
not ugly, I look too much like my mom to ever be that.
She looked like an angel, and my dad might be a world class scumbag but he’s an
attractive scumbag. I don’t fit the model figure or have an athletic build, I’m
too soft, even though I played soccer most of my life, but my frame is still
slender. Thankfully I have my mom’s delicate nose and her smile. My hair fell
in the same soft waves her’s had to the small of my
back. No matter how much I wanted to reinvent myself after I took off, I could
never bring myself to cut it. It did look like a Crayola bomb went off in it though, dyed different shades of blue, green and turquoise,
with pink and purple streaked through it.
               
My hair is a tad out there on the crazy scale but the rest of my look is less
extreme. I was rocking grey skinny pants that hugged my legs and accentuated
the barely there curves I have, with a pair of black Chuck Taylor’s, a fitted
black Johnny Cash tee and my well loved leather jacket.
               
Great Scott was always known for drawing a crowd, especially on nights like
tonight, when they boasted live music. That much hadn’t changed. I squeezed
past the group of smokers loitering around the entrance and after paying the
cover charge, I was immediately surrounded by a sea of bodies, most of them
college