Intentions
“My intentions?” I repeated. “Yes, your intentions,” Diane mother replied. “My intentions are to be here for Diane in any way that I can and support her. She is really and truly someone special that I am glad to have the privilege of meeting.” Her mother chuckled bringing her hand to her face. “Can I touch your hand Barba and Diane?” I looked at Diane puzzled before she just nodded to me.We both placed our hand into her left and right respectively. She was quiet for a while with an occasional smile was this comforting her? Her question made me feel a bit uneasy about why she asked that question. Rose had only just paid the bill and it shouldn’t even be noticed now not until I was leaving to go back home. “I don’t mean to pry but do you like Diane, Barba?” “Huh.” The question shocked
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