Frank Pyton and my mother, sitting at the same table, eating and talking business.
It feels so absurd, and yet... I should probably stop thinking about it before I let my worries ruin everything.
By the time I finally reach the middle school gates, Melania is already waiting outside, surrounded by a pretty big group of classmates, mostly boys — I guess she wanted to say goodbye before leaving.
Seeing her standing among them, she looks more like a high school girl who wandered into the wrong crowd than someone their age.
Now I understand why Melania decided to... uh, aim a little higher.
Melania keeps glancing around impatiently, and the moment she finally spots me, she pushes through the group and runs straight over.
Then she jumps into my arms and hugs me way more affectionately than necessary.
Looking past Melania, I can practically feel the jealousy and hostility in those boys' eyes.
