Dinner at Meela’s tonight.
Dad’s excited. I don’t think he’s stopped talking about the girls since I told him about them.
I’ve been thinking about Meela.
She seemed genuinely happy to meet me. Even apologized for us not knowing the girls sooner.
But I’ve been wondering.
Did she ever ask about us?
Surely she wondered why none of us were at her wedding. Or why her children had never met their grandfather. Their aunt. Their uncle.
Did she think we didn’t want to?
I can’t imagine she never asked Drake about his family. Not after meeting us all those years ago.
So what did he tell her?
That we didn’t approve of her? That we didn’t want anything to do with him?
That we didn’t care?
I don’t know.
Maybe there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation.
But I keep thinking about how surprised she seemed that I wanted to meet the girls.
I should ask her.
Not tonight, though.
Dad’s been looking forward to this dinner. I won’t ruin it with questions Drake should have answered years ago.