“So Christmas is coming up, right?” Melody said.
“That’s what I’ve heard,” Frederica replied with a smirk.
Melody rolled her eyes.
“Well, every year my whole family gets together at the hotel to celebrate,” she said. “Even my parents and brothers are going to be flying in from Halifax for the week.”
“And you wanted to make sure I’m not upset that we won’t be able to spend time together,” Frederica said. “You don’t have to worry about that. I understand that things are still complicated with your parents.”
She opened the next door and stepped into a classroom full of wooden chairs arranged in rows in front of a heavy stone desk. A dusty iron cauldron sat on the desk. Potions class? she wondered.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” Melody said, lingering in the doorway. “I… want you to come.”
“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Melody said. “I just thought… we’ve been together six months, so maybe that’ll be enough to show them that I’m serious. That I haven’t done any of this on a whim. And even if it’s not, I still want them to know how much you mean to me. But, again, I won’t hold it against you if you’d rather not do this.”
“Melody.” Frederica stepped forward and slid her arms around Melody’s waist. “Of course I’ll come. I’m going to impress the shit out of your mom, just you watch. I’ll have her eating out of the palm of my hand in no time.”
“Unlikely,” she said. “But if anyone can pull it off, it’d probably be you.”
“Damn right,” Frederica said.
They kissed, and a chill wind blew in through the window, whipping up dust and scattering papers. They held tight until the breeze subsided.
“I guess we should get back with the chairs,” Melody said.
“Yeah, probably,” Frederica said, smiling.