The Gravity of Us Page 44


“You know, Graham still needs a plus one for the ceremony. Hint, hint.” Susie smirked widely.

I rolled my eyes, feeling a knot in my stomach. A quick change of subject was needed. “Susie and Karla are amazing singers,” I told Lucy, leaning in and nudging her in the side. “That’s how they met—at a Fourth of July music showcase. You should ask them to sing something.”

“Graham is full of crap,” Karla replied, throwing a piece of bread at him.

“No, he’s not.” Mary smiled. “I might be a bit biased, but they are amazing. Come on, girls, sing something.” Right at that moment, Talon’s baby monitor started going off, telling us she was up from her nap. “I’ll grab her, and you ladies pick out a song,” Mary ordered.

“Mom, geez, no pressure, huh?” Karla rolled her eyes, but there was a bit of light in her gaze that revealed how much she loved to perform. “Fine. What do you think, Susie? Andra Day?”

“Perfect,” she agreed, standing up. “But I’m not singing at the table. This diva needs a stage.”

We all headed to the living room, and I sat on the sofa next to Lucy. Mary walked in with my daughter in her arms, and for a moment I considered that was what a grandmother should’ve looked like. Happy. Healthy. Whole. Filled with love.

Talon had no clue how lucky she was to have a Mary.

I hadn’t a clue how lucky I was to have a Mary, too.

Karla sat down at the piano in the corner, stretched out her fingers, and began to play “Rise Up” by Andra Day. The music floating from the piano was stunning all on its own, but when Susie started to sing, I thought the whole room felt the chills. Lucy’s eyes were glued to the performance, while mine stayed glued to her. Her body started to tremble, and her legs shook as she watched the girls perform. It was as if the words were swallowing her whole as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

Her tears fell faster and faster as the lyrics of the song found her heart and planted their seeds. She blushed nervously and tried to wipe her tears away, but when she wiped some away, more came.

The next time she went to wipe them, I took her hand in mine, stopping her. She turned my way, confused, and I squeezed her hand lightly. “It’s okay,” I whispered.

Her lips parted as if she were going to speak, but then she just nodded once before turning back to the girls and closing her eyes. The tears kept falling as she listened to the beautiful vocals, her body rocking slightly as I held her hand.

For the first time, I began to understand her fully.

The beautiful girl who felt everything.

Her emotions weren’t what made her weak.

They were her strength.

When the girls finished performing, Lucy started clapping, the tears still falling. “That was so amazing.”

“Are you sure you’re not crying because we suck?” Karla laughed.

“No, it was so amazing. My mom would have…” She paused for a moment and took a deep breath. “She would’ve just loved it.”

My eyes fell to our hands, which were still clasped together, and I released my hold, along with the tugging feeling in my chest.

When night came, we packed up our things, thanking everyone for including us.

“It was amazing,” Lucy told Mary and Ollie as she hugged them both tightly. “Thank you for keeping me from sitting on my couch eating Ben & Jerry’s tonight.”

“You’re always welcome here, Lucy,” Mary said, kissing her cheek.

“I’ll go put Talon in her car seat,” Lucy said to me, taking Talon from my arms before thanking everyone once more.

Mary gave me a tight smile and pulled me into a hug. “I like her,” she whispered as she patted me on the back. “She has a good heart.”

She wasn’t wrong.

Once she went back inside, Professor Oliver stood on the front porch, grinning wide.

“What?” I asked, my eyebrows knotted.

“Oh, Mr. Russell,” he sang, placing his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth.

“What?!”

He whistled low, shaking his head back and forth. “It’s just funny that it’s happening to you of all people, and you seem one hundred percent ignorant to it.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I guess it’s harder to see the plot line when you’re the one living the story.”

“Did someone forget to take their crazy pills again?” I asked.

“In every story, there’s the moment when the characters go from act one, the old world, into act two, the new world. You know this.”

“Yes…but what does that have to do with anything?”

Professor Oliver nodded toward Lucy. “It has everything to do with everything.”

Realization set in and I cleared my throat, standing up straighter. “No, that’s ridiculous. She’s just helping with Talon.”

“Mhmm,” he said, almost mockingly.

“No, really—and, regardless of your batty mind games, she’s Jane’s sister.”

“Mhmm,” he replied, driving me crazy. “The thing is, the heart never listens to the brain’s logic, Mr. Russell.” He nudged me in the side with an all-knowing hitch in his voice. “It just feels.”

“You’re really starting to annoy me.”

He laughed and nodded. “It’s just funny, isn’t it? How the main characters never know about the adventures they’re about to go on.”

What bothered me the most about his words was how much truth was contained in them. I knew my feelings for Lucy were growing, and I knew how dangerous it was to allow myself to develop any kind of emotions toward her.

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt the way I did when I held her hand, or when I saw her caring for Talon, or even when I saw her merely existing.

“What do you think of her, Graham?” Professor Oliver asked.

“What do I think of Lucille?”

“Yes. Maybe if you can’t be with her, perhaps you still have room for a friendship.”

“She’s my complete opposite,” I told him. “Lucille is such an odd character, a freak of nature. She’s clumsy and always speaks out of turn. Her hair’s always wild, and her laughter is at times annoying and too loud. Everything about her is disastrous. She’s nothing more than a mess.”

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