Chapter 38

I sat across from Aurora, watching as she picked up the one of the menus - which were always stationed at the table - completely disregarding the stickiness of the labeled paper and as well as the griminess of the booth. This is one of the things I loved about her the most; her innate ability to be totally comfortable in any setting, and the fact that she never really asked for much. She didn't expect fancy dinners whose dishes were written in another language, she didn't care that I drove a brand new truck, and it took her an entire hour to quit refusing my gift of the latest Lilly Pulitzer dress I'd ordered her online. She could give a rats ass about anything materialistic for that matter. She thrived on affection. Simple, intimate touches that let her know you were there; that let her know she wasn't alone, that she was cared for. She didn't think I noticed, but I did. I noticed every little thing about her. She intrigued me in ways I couldn't explain because even I did