Cash starts to roll his sleeves up his forearms and pops the top button of his shirt open. He isnât sure what she means, but he nods. God knows he wasnât prepared for this, he had every worst case scenario in mind for tonight, all of them but the one that actually happened.Â
âMy dad always wanted to be a pilot, he was already in the Air Force when the Vietnam War started. I was created when my dad got a Liberty pass and came back to visit my mother. My dad never got to fly because he kept knocking heads with his superior, so he switched jobs and spent the rest of the war fixing B-25 bomber jets then Nixon started shipping us back home. He got back in time for my fourth birthday.â Cash expected to talk a lot, but this is the most heâs talked in an entire night.Â
âSo where was I? Yes. My dad started working downtown at the joint base, doing the same thing: wrenching on aircraft. We lived on West Piccadilly Street, Davidâs parents live five houses down from my parents as you probably already knew⌠holy shit.â Who knows how many times they were on the same street at the same time, she would have been a child and he doesnât want to think about that.
âWe lived on West Pic, and your motherâs house was around the corner on Robin Street, thatâs right. Our families went to church together, Dave and I would ride our bikes around the block to hang out with Esther since we could ride without training wheels. Iâd steal the lemons from your grandmotherâs lemon treeâŚâ Things keep clicking into place and Cash absolutely hates it.Â
âThe three of us were inseparable for a while. You can probably fill the blanks: we got older, puberty and all that. We both had crushes on Esther, I just asked her out sooner than he did. We were fourteen, things between the three of us felt the same, life went on, I just spent more time with Esther without Dave around. Then my dad gets orders to work in Guam to teach â I was sixteen â I hated my dad for months. Esther and I broke up; life went on. I didnât see your parents for a while, and then after that, I would run into them occasionally but nothing crazy â I havenât seen your brother since he was a toddler.â He canât think of anything else.Â
Ashley listens attentively as Cash speaks, and while she does enjoy hearing and learning more in depth about his childhood and past, itâs mixed in with hurt. Every mention of something that she knows, like her grandparentsâ homes, makes her stomach twist into knots, and she knows that her face is a mask of unhappiness. She canât hide it, and doesnât even bother trying.
âFrom age fourteen to sixteenâŚâ she mumbles, trying to wrap her head around that piece of information. It makes her chest and stomach hurt too much to pursue that thought so she shuts it down. Ashley really, really doesnât want to ruin Cashâs special night. She partly blames her father for all of this, for forcing the issue when it wasnât appropriate. And she does understand that there was no way of Cash knowing that he grew up with her parents. But sheâs still hurt, though Ashley knows sheâs mature enough to put things aside for the man she loves. At least for one night.
âThank you for telling me, Cash. I⌠I still have a lot of questions. Or well, I donât know if thatâs right. But I do have so much on my mind. I know right now isnât appropriate.â She shakes her head, fishing a tissue out of her purse so she can dab at her eyes and cheeks, being careful of her makeup. âTonight is about you and your hard work. We can talk more after the gala. And after Iâve had more time to absorb everything.â













