And No One Stopped Them | Part 12
So Much Love for Her but My Mother Didn’t Want It
Would I ever get through that wall?
Eight had sucked but Nine was much worse. The only good thing that happened during Nine was Mrs. Jorgenson. I worshipped this kind and gentle woman with the soft, flowing skirts. She actually acted as though she genuinely liked me.
Or at least she faked it really well but if that’s what she was doing, I didn’t care. It still felt wonderful.
“Did you have a good week?” she asked in honeyed tones every Saturday morning, opening her front door and greeting me with a warm smile. From the day I had the good fortune to meet her, I noticed that her soulful eyes always seemed to be smiling, too.
“Yes, thank you,” I said as I put my music books down and took off my shoes.
“Did you have any trouble practicing?” she asked, putting her arm around my shoulders as I came in, her affectionate gesture welcome, desperately needed, but awkward and unfamiliar. I was aching for her to give me a proper hug while at the same time being terrified that she would. I wasn’t quite sure what to do with hugs.
“No, thank you, it was fine,” I replied, obviously distracted. I bit my lip and stared at the floor, wondering if I…
