Simple Perfection

something else.”
    There was a tenderness in his eyes that surprised me. He had loved her once. It had been young love but he had loved her. It had been real. And somewhere deep down it had never really gone away for him. Glenda didn’t get that soft look in her eyes when she talked about Nile. She admired the man he had become and said his wife was gorgeous and perfect for him. Nile reacted differently.
    “I guess she told you about what happened,” he said.
    I nodded. “She did. I understand. You were both young.”
    He studied me a moment, then shook his head. “You look so much like her. It’s amazing. But you got my eyes. My other girls don’t have my eyes. They got their mother’s. But you got them.”
    His other girls. He hadn’t called them his girls. He hadn’t made them sound exclusive. He had said other . Something in me warmed. In his mind I was one of his girls. I didn’t know him. I hadn’t even known about him until a few days ago. But he had always known I existed.
    “Did you know that I was a girl . . . before you heard from Glenda?”
    A frown creased his forehead, then a small smile touched his lips. “Yeah. She told me. After you were born she told me she held you. That you were perfect and that she’d given you away. I got drunk that night. Real drunk. Wrecked my dad’s car and almost lost my scholarship. I went a little self-destructive for a while. I was a kid myself but I kept seeing this small baby whose face I had never seen, and I knew she was mine. But I’d never held her. I’d never been able to kiss her.” He shook his head. “It was the hardest thing I’d ever experienced. Then Glenda moved. Without a word of explanation she was gone. I didn’t see or hear from her for over thirteen years. Then one day she called me. She wanted to find you. I didn’t want to. It wasn’t because I didn’t want to see you, because I did. I was just afraid to see her. She, uh . . .” He cleared his throat and tugged at his collar. “She’s my one that got away. You never quite get over that one.”
    I felt like pointing out that she hadn’t gotten away, that he’d sent her running, but I didn’t. That ship had sailed. They were both married with kids. “What are your daughters like?” I asked. I had never had siblings. Not ones that I remembered. To know I had half siblings in this world was hard to comprehend. I was curious about them. I wanted to know if they were anything like me.
    Glenda’s daughter was young but she had a free spirit. She’d told me I looked like a princess. She asked me if I could fly a plane and told me that one day she was going to fly planes. I had been fascinated with her. All her long blond hair, like her father’s. Her name was Samantha but they called her Sammy. I liked knowing she was my sister. That what she was could have been me. I could have been like that as a child. I could have been so free. Knowing she would get a chance to live her dreams and have a family around her that loved her made me happy. It made the heaviness on my shoulders ease.
    “Three of them are difficult but they’re fun too. Jasmine is the oldest by one minute and fifty-six seconds, and she doesn’t let the other two forget it. Jocelyn is the middle child and she’s the most like me. She plans to be a basketball star. Then there is my baby, July. That’s the month I met their mother. She’s what warms me when I need it most. July is the perfect name for her. She’s also the sweetest and most forgiving.”
    “They all have J names,” I said, smiling at the idea.
    “Their mother’s name is Jillian.”
    I liked that. “I would like to meet them,” I said.
    Nile’s smile grew. “I would love that. So would they. I told them about you after I got the call from Glenda. Jillian already knew about the baby . . . about you. So, she stood behind the idea of me meeting you. She would like to meet you too.”
    “Okay,” I replied.
    The server appeared and we ordered our drinks and Nile asked if I wanted an appetizer. I wasn’t really hungry at the moment so I told him no. Once the server left he turned his attention back to me. “What was your life like growing up, Della?”
    This was a question that Glenda hadn’t asked me. I had been prepared for her to ask me but she never did. Because of that, I had let my guard down with Nile. He was different. He wanted to know. He wasn’t afraid to hear the answer. I could tell that Glenda was afraid of