“You and Emma could come over more often.” / The snort of laughter spilled out of her lips before she could hold it back, - Ha, yeah right.
“Oh, no,” Natalia cut in quickly. “You’re not getting out of it that easily, Missy. You volunteered.” - Hehe
Love the rest of that scene in the kitchen, where Natalia realizes what that look from Olivia means.
“And she flees the scene of the crime,” - Heh
“Oh, this is going to be delightful.” - Hehehe
Emma had even seen the brief moment of disorientation when Natalia went to lay the plates on the table. - Observant little 'bean, isn't she?
Emma looked from Frank to Olivia, only to find her looking expectantly at Natalia. Following her mother's gaze, Emma caught the brief shake of Natalia's head and the way her Mommy's lips pursed into a thin line of displeasure. They had only been living at the farmhouse for a few weeks before Emma had started noticing these silent communications between her Mommy and Natalia. - Oh that's so cool.
Love that Olivia called him out on it.
She wasn't allowed to lie, Emma knew that, but she didn't want to get her mom in trouble either. If Uncle Frank hadn't been there she would have just said it, but somehow it didn't seem right with him there. Mutely, Emma just shook her head. - Ah, she learns.
She knew why Olivia wasn't meeting her eyes, or at least what she would say if they weren't having this dinner that was quickly becoming excruciating in its awkwardness. Olivia was disappointed in her because she hadn't spoken up, hadn't been willing to remind Frank of the traditions of her home, the rituals of her faith. She had been stunned though when Olivia had done it for her. Natalia was well aware of Olivia's feelings about religion. Olivia had always pushed her to be stronger though and she expected so much more from Natalia than what she felt capable of at times. The thing that irritated Natalia the most was that Olivia had been right. If it had been anyone else sitting at her table, Natalia would have spoken up - Neat! Love it.
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Date: 2010-07-30 07:07 am (UTC)“Oh, no,” Natalia cut in quickly. “You’re not getting out of it that easily, Missy. You volunteered.” - Hehe
Love the rest of that scene in the kitchen, where Natalia realizes what that look from Olivia means.
“And she flees the scene of the crime,” - Heh
“Oh, this is going to be delightful.” - Hehehe
Emma had even seen the brief moment of disorientation when Natalia went to lay the plates on the table. - Observant little 'bean, isn't she?
Emma looked from Frank to Olivia, only to find her looking expectantly at Natalia. Following her mother's gaze, Emma caught the brief shake of Natalia's head and the way her Mommy's lips pursed into a thin line of displeasure. They had only been living at the farmhouse for a few weeks before Emma had started noticing these silent communications between her Mommy and Natalia. - Oh that's so cool.
Love that Olivia called him out on it.
She wasn't allowed to lie, Emma knew that, but she didn't want to get her mom in trouble either. If Uncle Frank hadn't been there she would have just said it, but somehow it didn't seem right with him there. Mutely, Emma just shook her head. - Ah, she learns.
She knew why Olivia wasn't meeting her eyes, or at least what she would say if they weren't having this dinner that was quickly becoming excruciating in its awkwardness. Olivia was disappointed in her because she hadn't spoken up, hadn't been willing to remind Frank of the traditions of her home, the rituals of her faith. She had been stunned though when Olivia had done it for her. Natalia was well aware of Olivia's feelings about religion. Olivia had always pushed her to be stronger though and she expected so much more from Natalia than what she felt capable of at times. The thing that irritated Natalia the most was that Olivia had been right. If it had been anyone else sitting at her table, Natalia would have spoken up - Neat! Love it.