It bothered me.Dale sighed. "Nancy,
I never got a chance to get to know my daughter. Hell, I didn't even
know she existed." The room grew quiet for a moment or two,
sending my paranoia into a frenzy. "I guess now would be a good
time to start."I grinned.Mom sighed. "Let me
go get your things." She stood and made her way towards the
front door."Oh, let me go with
you." I hopped out of the recliner. Before I was even out of the
living room, Mr. Gribble was sitting where I was. "Mom, wait
up." I hollered, pulling into the biggest hug she'd gotten from
me in quite some time. We didn't hug that often. Only on special
occasion. Like really special occasion. This was special enough. The
occasion of a life time."Rachel." My
mom almost sobbed into my shoulder. We never really cried either. I
take that back, in March when my Dad packed up and left I shed a few
tears. That was different though. She pulled away, looking me over.
"You'll call me all the time, right?" She was hopeful.I nodded. "Yeah."
I popped the trunk open, grabbing my two bags. Hopefully we weren't
giving them the wrong impression, me having my bags now. We brought
them for just in case they said yes. And they did so that saved Mama
a trip to Oklahoma and back."I love you."
She kissed my cheek.A single tear slipped
down over her lipstick stain. "I love you too." I made my
way up the steps and into my new home. Wow... New home. I wasn't
Rachel Fletcher anymore. I was Rachel Gribble. I hate to admi...