Chapter Twenty-OneTablea
chocolate tablets made purely of cacao
a Valentine valentine
“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” I mutter, clutching the phone with a death-grip, as the other line keeps ringing.
Kuya didn’t look angry. But what if he did see it? Would he assume that Lucas came to the house to see me, or that Lucas came to the house to see him and had snacks in the kitchen while he waited? After all, Lucas has come by before purely for work reasons. So what if Kuya saw Lucas’s aviators and no one mentioned he came by? I mean, it’s not like Kuya to jump to conclusions, right? Oh wait, that’s exactly how my brother’s mind works and that’s the problem. Kuya does mental parkour.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” I continue to mutter as if in a trance and I’m a second a way from rocking myself
