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Post by André DiMera on Jun 30, 2018 8:33:42 GMT -5
Wonder what Hope mentions that surprises Aiden.
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Post by heroicmuse on Jun 30, 2018 9:52:19 GMT -5
I'm curious about what Hope mentions and who Aiden offers to call.
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Post by fluffysmom on Jun 30, 2018 10:52:45 GMT -5
Thanks for the interesting previews. I wonder what Hope mentions.
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Post by Kpatch on Jul 2, 2018 7:23:00 GMT -5
Chapter 17b
“Where’d all this food come from? I didn’t see you go out shopping. Is there even a grocery store around here?”
“Came from my computer,” he said. Hope cocked her head in confusion. “The closest supermarket is about 20 miles away, so mail order is my best friend,” he explained. “I order food from Whole Foods through Amazon and my meals from one of those meal-kit services. This meal right here is from Blue Apron. It’s pricey, but it’s worth it.”
“Speaking of pricey, if you’re not working anymore, how do you um….Never mind. It’s none of my business.”
“No it’s fine.” He turned back toward the stove and shook the pan. “You want to know how I can afford food and shelter. I’m Of Counsel with Legal Zoom. I’m a virtual lawyer, you might say. I won’t get rich this way, but I’m doing fine, paying the bills and being able to afford some indulgences, like these gourmet meals from Blue Apron.”
“I’m glad you didn’t have to give up your profession,” she said sincerely.
“So am I.” Turning down the flame on the stove, he said, “Dinner should be ready in less than 10 minutes.”
Hope got out of her chair slowly. “Where’s your glassware?” He looked at her quizzically. “The least I can do is set the table.”
“You sure you feel up to it?” When she nodded he motioned with his chin toward a cabinet. “Glasses are in the top cabinet. Forks and knives are in the drawer to the right of the sink.”
Hope placed two tall drinking glasses on the table. She pulled a couple forks and knives out of the drawer and hesitated. She looked at the knife, then at Aiden.
Glancing over at her, he instinctively read her thoughts and said, “I wonder if you’ll ever be able to fully trust me again.”
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Post by melly on Jul 2, 2018 7:29:53 GMT -5
Oh—how sad! It would be awful to look at someone and know that they’re wondering if they can trust you again.
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Post by André DiMera on Jul 2, 2018 7:31:13 GMT -5
I hope Hope is able to trust Aiden again, but I can understand why it might take a while.
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Post by heroicmuse on Jul 2, 2018 7:41:27 GMT -5
I'm glad Hope is softening towards Aiden. I hope she will be able to trust him again at some point.
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Post by sportsgirl on Jul 2, 2018 8:30:04 GMT -5
I don't trust him at all. I hope she never lets her guard down.
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Post by fluffysmom on Jul 2, 2018 17:37:53 GMT -5
Hope needs to keep her guard up. Regardless of Aiden's intentions she's still a wanted felon.
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Post by Kpatch on Jul 4, 2018 8:09:17 GMT -5
Chapter 18a
“Where’s your glassware?” He looked at her quizzically. “The least I can do is set the table.”
“You sure you feel up to it?” When she nodded he motioned with his chin toward a cabinet. “Glasses are in the top cabinet. Forks and knives are in the drawer to the right of the sink.”
Hope placed two tall drinking glasses on the table. She pulled a couple forks and knives out of the drawer and hesitated. She looked at the knife, then at Aiden.
Glancing over at her, he instinctively read her thoughts and said, “I wonder if you’ll ever be able to fully trust me again.”
“Sorry.” Hope shook herself. “It’s just a reflex.”
“Can’t say I blame you.” He plated their dishes and brought them to the table. “Here you go. Solid food. Eat hearty.” When he saw her looking at her food, he added, “Want me to taste it first to prove it’s not poisoned.”
She laughed lightly. “No, but thanks for the offer. It looks delicious. It’s just a lot of food. I hope my stomach can handle it.”
“Eat as much or as little as you’d like,” he suggested.
When Aiden began to dig in, Hope gently touched his hand. “Can we say grace first?”
He immediately set down his fork and knife and clasped his hands in front of him. Hope did the same. She bowed her head and said, “Thank you Lord for this beautiful meal before us. Thank you for sparing my life in that bus crash and especially for delivering me into the hands of my personal savior.” Aiden looked up with surprise. Hope smiled at him for a moment before continuing. “Please bless and keep Ciara, Shawn, Belle and Claire, Daddy and Julie, all the Hortons and Bradys and Deveraux and Johnsons and Hernandezes … and … and Aiden and Chase. Amen.”
Aiden's lips parted and it took a moment for him to find his voice. “Thank you for including Chase. I sometimes think he needs our prayers more than anyone.”
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Post by André DiMera on Jul 4, 2018 8:18:03 GMT -5
I’m glad Hope included Chase in her prayers. That was nice!
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Post by heroicmuse on Jul 4, 2018 8:21:56 GMT -5
That was a sweet prayer Hope offered.
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Post by melly on Jul 4, 2018 8:36:43 GMT -5
She mentioned Doug and Julie....*sniffle*
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Post by fluffysmom on Jul 5, 2018 15:46:01 GMT -5
Hope should take it slowly with the meal.
I liked her prayer.
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Post by Kpatch on Jul 6, 2018 6:57:48 GMT -5
Chapter 18b
“Thank you for including Chase. I sometimes think he needs our prayers more than anyone.”
“To be honest, it’s hard for me to even say his name, but Gran would say ‘to forgive is divine.’ She always said that holding onto hate hurts you more than the person you hate. So I’m trying.” She forced a smile. “Let’s eat.” She took a bite of the salmon. “Oh my god.”
“What’s wrong? Did you swallow a bone?”
“No.” She covered her mouth as she spoke. “This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten.”
“Says the woman who’s eaten nothing but prison food for months.”
“Stop. This is wonderful, Aiden.”
“I’m glad you like it. Stick with me, kid, and you’ll be fat and happy before you know it.”
She patted her lips with a napkin. “So. Um. Chase still in Portland?”
Nodding, he said, “We communicate by email every day and by phone once a week, but I haven’t been back there in a while.”
“Why not?”
“Because seeing my son in an institution is too much for me.” He closed his eyes for a moment and felt a lump form in his throat. “I know I should be stronger, but—”
“I understand,” she said sincerely.
He swallowed a mouthful of food. “Have you ever … have you ever thought about living anywhere besides Salem?”
With a shrug, she said, “Thought about it? Sure. Bo and I lived in all corners of the world when Shawn was little. I’m sure I told you that we sailed around the world on our boat. But Salem was our home port and we always knew we’d be back.” She sighed deeply. “Right now, I couldn’t even consider living anywhere else, not as long as my father is alive.” Her eyes widened and she put her hand on her forehead. “Daddy. Oh my god, my father and Julie must be sick with worry about me. I’m sure they heard the news reports.”
“Probably so. If you’d like, I can call them myself, even if your father isn’t exactly my biggest fan.”
“That’s an understatement. He despises you.”
“I can deal with that. I can deal with anyone hating me — except you. Maybe you still fear me a little, but if I’m reading the situation correctly, I don’t think you hate me anymore. Am I right?”
“Yes, you’re right. You’ve been so kind and caring and nursed me back to health. Quite frankly, you’ve made it impossible for me to hate you, Aiden. And … and I’m not afraid of you anymore either.”
He took a long, deep breath. “That’s a step in the right direction.”
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