Uncle Nolan

d orderly placed.The bed is perfectly made with a wh

in a tidy row. Some clothes are neatly folded

f the books. I pick one of them and open it. It contains everything

, and I spin around. Nolan stands in the doorway, left

s cannot be denied. The air seems to hav

ota of anger in his voice; rather, it is

m just checking out your things." T

door behind him. "You're still the curious t

eady and unflinching. And suddenly, I feel

st stands there, watching me,

I get to have the full view of you.

but I remain glued where I am. There's something in his eye

away, ready to rush out of the room until my eyes l

ing I'm supposed to leave, and allow my

still play, don't you?" I

n, almost as if he remembers something, he moves briskly to the des

bout the folder. He swerves, heading for the

lls me to wait right there and moves away bef

o me. The book cover seems familiar, so I take i

he romance novel I have always wanted during my pret

r managed to find in

city for this. You got it in France?" My voic

it is the easiest thing to

rds to express myself. Nolan gives me one

to read the book. It is a book about two childhood friends who continue to deny

down for dinner. When I climb down, I realize t

ining table, gulping a bottle

ading my mind. I don't say anything, just pull ou

can be heard is the clin

wiping her mouth gently

next two days at Limax. They are something I

ng her nervou

existence for nearly a decade, and it is one of the l

ed the company was at

k in the kitchen. We are halfway into discussing other

k stressed from the day as Father plops onto the nearest chair. No

he next minute, I rush in his directio

eelings since he returned a few days back.

ght off guard, before finally ci

t my heart knows how Nolan's absen

ould be a bother. I changed my line purposely and tried deleting everything a

olan bends, pressing a

ad lingers, so tender in a way