The Pride – page 10
Naomi started reading. Neither of them said a word as Naomi read to the end of that page and flipped to the next page. William stayed next to her, one hand on the desk next to the book and one hand on the back of her chair, leaning over her as she read. When she was done, she closed the book and sat quietly for a few seconds. William backed one or two steps away from her to give her a minute to process what she had just read. For the second time, Naomi popped up from her chair, but she didn’t try to dash past William this time. She jumped up to William’s height and hugged her brother hard around the neck, squealing with delight.
“Thank you, William, thank you,” Naomi said as she exhaled and plopped back onto the chair at the desk. As she did so, her elbow pushed the Human Sexuality book and another book across the desk, exposing the letter that William had been writing before she knocked on the door.
He reached down to move it before she could see what it was about, but he could tell by her expression she’d seen enough to understand why it was hidden.
“Don’t think that means we’re done with the subject of your boyfriend and why you’re playing with fire, young lady,” William said with half-hearted conviction as he looked at the floor, folded the letter and shoved it in his back pocket. He was hoping and praying Naomi wouldn’t press the issue. He wouldn’t be so lucky.
“No secrets, huh? William? Are you trying to leave us?”
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The Alpha Male
Emmanuel
What can I say?
I love children and I love women…
…in that order.
I live for my children, and I don’t have enough of them yet. I’m thinking about stopping at 20 or 21…
…children, that is.
I’m 35. I figure I want to get them all “made” before I turn 40 and then spend the next 40 to 50 years watching them, and all my grands and great-grands, and probably my great-great-grands, grow up. I think I have time on my side. All my grandparents are still alive and kicking. So are my parents. Barring a tragic accident, I should be able to make it into my 90s before I leave this bad, old world…knock on wood.