unlike her to be brave in that way. She got out of the car, closed the door and walked up to the porch. She watched him drive away, then turned around and went inside.
“You’re home late,” Maddy spoke, walking out of the kitchen towards her daughter, “you must have had fun.” She smiled. “Aira, where did you get that? It’s beautiful.” Maddy said looking at the necklace around Aira’s neck.
Aira put her hand over it, knowing no matter what she said it was going to snowball.
“Um...” she shook her head nervously smiling, “just a friend.”
“Does your friend have a name?” Barry spoke up, sitting in his chair by the living room window watching T.V. Maddy smiled.
Aira’s face was blushed and uncomfortable.
“Israel… his name is Israel.” She walked and then ran up the stairs.
Barry smiled at Maddy who shook her head and walked back into the kitchen.
Israel drove home happy and content. He finally pulled into his driveway, then got out and walked into his house.
His mother, father, and his two sisters were all sitting in the living room.
Though his father had lighter skin like Israel, his mother was dark skinned. She was breathtaking. She had very short, dark hair and beautiful deep brown eyes. She was motherly but very vibrant.
His oldest sister Naomi was thirty-one. She had beautiful black hair and blue eyes, darker skin like her mother. She was composed most of the time, like her father.
Olivia, his second oldest sister was twenty-one. She had shorter dark hair and brown eyes and darker skin like her mother.
“Where did you go?” his father asked.
“For a drive,” Israel replied looking at all of them staring at him.
His father looked at him as if he was studying him.
“Israel, what are you doing?” he asked straight forward, serious.
“Nothing… it’s fine.”
“You know we can’t stay.”
“I just need more time.” Israel looked at his father, knowing that what he was saying was true, but there was also a quiet look of defeat in his eyes. He turned his head away and walked left down the hall to his room and closed the door.
“This isn’t easy for him,” Israel’s mother spoke up, looking at her husband.
“Abby, we came back to make sure she was okay… Then we were supposed to leave. He was supposed to keep his distance.”
“I know… but destiny can’t.” She gave her husband a knowing look.
Olivia smiled, but Naomi stayed as serious as her father.
“Barbecue?” Israel’s mother excitedly suggested to break the tension. She gave her husband a quick smile then walked into the kitchen.
Israel laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling. He placed his hand onto his stomach, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Aira laid on her bed staring at the drawing Israel had given her. She had taped it to her wall. She was deep in thought. Part of her wanted to figure things out, but then being with him, and the way his presence lingered even after he was gone, steered her. It felt more important to savor him. She closed her eyes and very easily fell asleep.
The morning sun was rising. Israel opened his eyes. He listened to the sound of the birds outside his window and he smiled.
“It’s a beautiful morning.” His father spoke as he stood in Israel’s doorway. Israel looked over to his father who gave a light nod and walked away.
Israel slowly got out of bed and walked out of his room and into the kitchen.
There was food everywhere. His mother looked happy as she was cooking, and his sister Olivia was picking at a bowl of fruit that was on the kitchen table and reading. There was fresh fruit, pancakes, waffles, eggs and bacon, and he could smell homemade bread. Israel looked sort of stunned. He knew that his mother only did this sort of thing when she was up to something.
“Is she okay?” Israel looked at Olivia who shrugged her shoulders.
“Don’t be silly, I’m fine. Are you hungry?” His mother smiled as she started to make him up a