Chapter 16 Misters Before Sisters
At breakfast, Andrea’s mom went on and on about how wonderful it was to have Case there. She was also so grateful to have someone else cooking. “Breakfast is your specialty, sweetheart,” she said, smiling at Andrea.
Andrea tried to smile back, but it was difficult for her to even choke her eggs down with Brent sitting at the same table. He and Leslie seemed as if they’d made up. He kept kissing her cheek, and Leslie would lean into his shoulder. Andrea didn’t miss the looks Brent was giving her, though. Whether it was a warning not to mention what had happened to her sister or a plea to give him a chance, she didn’t want to know.
As soon as everyone was done eating, Case said, “I’ll handle the dishes,” and started to clear the table.
“No, no, you’re our guest,” Karen insisted.
“Please, it’s the least I can do. Besides, I’m sure all of you have more important matters to attend to.” He looked at Andrea then, a question mark in his eyes, and she nodded.
“Can I speak to you for a minute, Leslie?” she asked, hoping her sister could pry her eyes off of her no good boyfriend so they could chat.
“Not right now,” Brent answered for her. “We are headed upstairs so Leslie can play me the new song she’s been working on.”
“Oh, I’d love to hear that, too.” Andrea gave Brent a pointed look.
Case came back for another handful of dishes. “Brent, why don’t you help me with the dishes?” His tone made it obvious it wasn’t really a question. It was a command.
Once again, Brent looked slightly frightened of Case. He sighed and eyed Leslie. “All right. Will you wait for me?”
“Sure.” She kissed him like he was never coming back, and Andrea rolled her eyes. Luckily, their parents had already left the table.
They were seated in the kitchen nook, not too far from where the guys were doing the dishes. Andrea glanced at Case over her shoulder. He had Brent occupied. Quietly, she said, “I’d really like to talk to you in private for a moment, Leslie. It’s important. Let’s go upstairs. Brent knows where to find you.”
Annoyed, Leslie said, “He asked me to wait.”
“Please?”
Her sister huffed but said, “Fine.” She shouted to Brent that she would meet him upstairs but not play the song yet. He wanted to follow, but by then, Case had him so busy loading the dishwasher, he couldn’t’ get away.
As soon as they were in Leslie’s room, her sister demanded, “What is it Andrea? You’re acting so weird.
With a deep breath, Andrea said, “It’s Brent. Leslie, this morning, while I was making breakfast, he came downstairs and made a pass at me.”
“What?” Her sister’s blue eyes bulged in her head. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am serious, Leslie. I’m sorry, but I think he might only be dating you because he wants to be an actor and thinks I can help him.”
“You have got to be kidding me!” Leslie was fuming, and for a moment, Andrea thought she should comfort her sister. Then she realized Leslie wasn’t mad at Brent. She was mad at her. “You always have to make everything about you, don’t you?”
Confused, Andrea asked, “What’s that?”
“Sure, it’s hard to believe little ol’ Leslie could get a hot guy like Brent, someone who has money and drives a nice car, without help from her famous sister. But that’s a load of crap, Andrea! You’re just jealous that I have a boyfriend and you don’t! You pretend the world revolves around you!”
“Leslie, that’s not true.... You have to listen to me. Brent is bad news.”
“Get out!” Leslie screamed, pointing at her bedroom door. “Get out of my room—and don’t ever speak to me again. You’re the most conceited person I’ve ever met!”
Andrea backed to the door, stammering. “Leslie...”
“Get out!”
The second Andrea stepped into the hallway, Leslie slammed her bedroom door in her face.
She stood there for a moment, staring at the door, wondering why her sister didn’t believe her. Leslie had always been a little jealous of Andrea’s fame, and occasionally, she’d mentioned that Andrea was stuck up about her fame, but this was the first time they’d ever fought about it.
Upset that she’d hurt her sister instead of helping her, Andrea fought tears. She hurried to her room to get her coat. She didn’t even want to be in the same house with Leslie and Brent at the moment. Unsure where she might go, she stuck her feet in her boots, and headed downstairs and out a side door away from the kitchen and where her parents were chatting in the parlor. She just wanted some fresh air and to think for a few moments. Alone.
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