Part 21 (1/2)
Or possessed.
Who knows.
”How's your dinner?”
”Huh, what?”
I turn to face him, seeing him grinning at me.
”I just said how's dinner.”
”It's fine.”
”Thirsty?”
I purse my lips as soon as I see the little grin creep across his lips.
”I'm fine.”
”I'm sure there's some tequila somewhere you could-”
”I'm fine, thank you,” I hiss.
He grins.
”Get those copies made?”
My face goes red. ”Yes,” I mutter.
”Great. So is cla.s.s still in session tonight?”
I glare at him, my eyes going a little wide at the gall of him to bring this up at dinner like this, even if the room is full of other conversations all around us.
”Um, no,” I shoot back, stabbing at my veggies.
”So, Eva, what do you do when you're not helping to build ministries outreach centers?”
I look up at Ivy, thankful for the interruption.
”Oh, well-”
”She just got back from missionary work.”
Ivy blinks as my father interrupts, turning to him and nodding before looking back at me. ”Oh, that's great!”
”Where were you-”
”Korea,” my father interrupts again.
A shadow crosses Ivy's face, but she brushes it off as she pointedly looks at me. ”Wow, Korea! That's awesome. I've always wanted to go there.”
I nod. ”Yeah it was pretty amazing. We got to visit a bunch of the old temples, and see the-”
”And spread the word of our Lord and Savior, of course,” my father interrupts yet again.
”Right, and that.”
”Sounds fun.” Ivy smiles at me.
”It was! The urban policy stuff really stuck with me. I've been thinking about it for a Master's, if I ever go.”
Sierra looks up with a wry grin. ”Good luck,” she laughs. ”Forget about sleep.”
”Well, I think it's a big maybe,” my father says quietly. ”After all, Eva has a suitor as well who's been showing interest in marriage.”
Ivy blinks. ”Wow, you're getting married?” She frowns. ”Wait, a suitor?”
”Indeed.” My father beams as he puts a hand over my mother's. ”We're very proud of her.”
Ivy looks at me with a half raised brow.
I know how this looks. I know exactly how bizarre this looks. It's just...not, at least, not for where I'm from and who my family is.
”Milton,” I say evenly. ”He's very nice. He owns his own business.”
Ivy nods. ”Oh, he and Silas would hit it off, then.”
”Securities firm,” Silas says with a shrug. ”Me and Kyle, Ivy and Sierra and Row's other brother.”
”Good for you, son,” my father says earnestly. ”It's important for a man to till his own earth.”
As if my father has ever tilled anything.