sandwich out of Gaiaâs hands and threw it on the floor.
âDonât you dare correct me!â she screamed, slamming a hand on the counter. âYou frightened me terribly, and you canât even say youâre sorry. Youâre rude, and youâre inconsiderate, and I wish you did not live in my house!â
Gaia stared at her, mouth open in disbelief.
âWould you chill out?â she said.
âItâs no big deal.â âIt is a big deal,â Tatiana told her. âIf my mother were here, I would tell her that I want you to leave.â
âYour mother.â Gaia moaned, rolling her eyes again. âYeah, thereâs an authority figure Iâd be comfortable with.â
âWhat do you mean?â Tatiana snapped. âYou are going to insult my mother?â
Gaia seemed to be about to speak, but she stopped. âNo. I wasnât going to say anything.â
âGood. Because if I had to have you permanently in my life, Iâd. . .â
Now it was Tatianaâs turn to hold back. She wasnât going to give Gaia any ammunition to hurt her with. If Gaia didnât know their parents were romantically involved, Tatiana wasnât going to tell her.
âI have to live with you, I suppose,â Tatiana said. âSo until my mother returns from her trip, why donât you move into the living room? You and I can avoid each other more easily that way. We donât even have to meet in the kitchen if we stick to a schedule.â
âFine. I hate sharing a room,â Gaia said. âI donât need you all up in my business.â She picked up her sandwich from the floor, brushed it off, and took a bite, dribbling crumbs on the tiled floor. Then she strolled out of the kitchen and toward their bedroom, grabbing her duffel bag out of the front-hall closet on her way.
âI donât want to be inside of your business, anyway!â Tatiana called after her. âDamn!â she said, then let loose a torrent of curses in Russian. Gaia spoke about a bazillion languages. Sheâd probably get the gist.
T O M
Iâm not going to sit here and moan about my life. I made a choice as a young man, and I knew my existence would never truly be my own after that. But when I step back and look at it, I have to be impressed with the chaos Iâve survived.
At least Iâve survived. I canât say the same for a lot of people I loved.
When Katia told me Gaia was coming, I wasnât fully prepared to be a father. I was wrapped up in my wife and didnât want to share her with anyone. But once Gaia was born, I was struck to the core. My God, this soft little creature looked to me and Katia for everything. We became a culture of three, a little tribe that stood outside the regular world and created our own society.
I had twelve years of near bliss. Isnât that more than most people get?
And then it was taken away. And I donât know if Albert Tennyson was right when he said that itâs better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Because the absence of that warmth has been torture.
Natasha has touched me in a way that no one has been able to since Katiaâs death. Natashaâs giving me a taste of that bliss and, dare I think it, promising me the potential to live that way again. I fought her. Iâll admit it. I didnât want to fall in love again. But this hitch in our plansâthis day of complete idleness in the middle of an operationâis sealing the deal on my feelings for her.
For a full twenty-four hours I have nothing to do but drink her in.
Iâm not a great believer in fate, but whatever the cause of our delay, it has had the result of pushing us together, when weâd never have found the time otherwise. And it seems like itâs just meant to be.
Listen to me. I sound like a stupid kid. If I were my superior, Iâd fire me in a second.
T A T I A N A
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Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko