apter 19 Chapter 19 Chapter 19 For a moment , June doesnt answer just keeps tormenting Mr. Buttonss ears like theyre made of playdough . Not that he minds . What if you did go ? she blurts out . What if you stayed ? I think back to yesterday . To the black van , the way its doors had swallowed me whole . To the ment inside , both armed , both violent , both ready to do God only knows what to me . You know I cant . Ill get a gun ! June tries . We both will . Well splurge on a nice security system and- And it wont matter one bit , I cut her off gently . These arent the kind of guys wholl let a locked door stop them . And I cant risk your life , too . I can protect myself , June objects . Ill protect you , too . You and Nugget . From the actual mob ? I laugh , but not unkindly . The image of June Evans guarding the door with a Kalashnikov is certainly one Id like to see . I dont care if Don fucking Corleone shows up I can take him . Im sure you could , babe . I pull her into a hug . June makes a noise like a kettle close to boiling , but doesnt resist . Thanks , Jay . It means a lot to me . But youre still going . I take a breath . Yeah , I am . When I pull back , I can see that Junes eyes are watery , Goddammit shes gonna make me cry , too . But then she rubs her face with her sleeve and says , like nothing happened , Alright then . Lets go pack your books . June Evans . Ever since first grade , shes been my rock . Whenever the other kids were picking on me , making fun of my name and my proverbial bad luck , June was the only one who stood up for me . She came swooping into the playground like a knight in shining armor , waving a stick like a battle ax and scattering my bullies as if they were just some squawking seagulls , We became inseparable after that . 21:40 My Mener Chapter 191 When the kids switched to making fun of both of us the unfortunate combination of our names was just too tasty to resist I felt so guilty . But June never held it against me . And so , whenever a kid would swagger up to us , snickering the classroom- wide joke- Hey , April and June ! Where did you leave May ? June would promptly answer , Right here , raise a fist , and punch the little fuckers lights out . I cant count the times thats gotten us into trouble . But we , mattered . never alone , and that was all that amy Văn Where do you want this ? June calls to me from the kitchen island , holding up my Vivienne Westwood catwalk collection book. Third hand , but worth every penny . Brown box , I answer distractedly , dusting a pile of old sewing books . Stitching , pattern techniques you name it , its there . In goes Vivienne , then Vuitton . Youre taking those , too ? I falter . On one hand , I might not be at Matveys that long . I could keep my treasures where Ive always kept them : here , safely in Junes care . On the other hand …. I think so . I mutter , brushing dust off the covers uncertainly . Ever since my belly grew the size of a basketball , Ive neglected them : my other babies . The books Grandma left me . lessly , June picks up another box . I keep staring at the covers . Some leatherbound , some not bound at all . Yellowed pages fraying at the edges . Books my grandma collected over the years , in a bunch of different languages , including her native French . Theyre the only thing I have left of her . I shake off the memories . It wont do me any good to think of the past now . My grandmas gone , and so is the home we shared . And now , Im going to have to say goodbye to another home . Suddenly , theres a knock on the door . Flowers ? I recognize the voice . Its whatshisname Sasha or Gasha or Misha or whatever . Come in ! Matveys guy pokes his head in . Apologies for the intrusion , ladies . Is there anything I can assist you with , Ms. Flowers ? I blink . If I didnt know for dead ass certain this guy was a mobster , Id think my baby daddy sent over his 21:40 Chapter 19 prim and proper butler . Oh , I , um no . No , thank you , were almost done . As you wish . Kosha or Whatever tilts his hat from the doorway , then takes it off before stepping in . Again : rather dapper for a hired gun . And you must be Ms. I never told him that . For Junes sake , I pretend I didnt just realize the father of my child is ap spying on us . Yasha 1 Think takes Junes hand in his gloved one and honest to god bows . My name is Grisha Aldonin , at your service . Right , thats his name : Grisha . June is rendered speechless . A hard feat to achieve , if I do say walt , is she blushing ? June Evans . N Nice to meet you . Enchanté . What are you , the French mob now ? Actually , Mr. Aldonin- Please , the Moscow dandy interrupts . Call me Grisha . Grisha , I amend . Could I trouble you to bring down a couple of boxes ? I cant really lift anything heavy . For a moment , June doesnt answer just keeps tormenting Mr. Buttonss ears like theyre made of playdough . Not that he minds . What if you did go ? she blurts out . What if you stayed ? I think back to yesterday . To the black van , the way its doors had swallowed me whole . To the ment inside , both armed , both violent , both ready to do God only knows what to me . You know I cant . Ill get a gun ! June tries . We both will . Well splurge on a nice security system and- And it wont matter one bit , I cut her off gently . These arent the kind of guys wholl let a locked door stop them . And I cant risk your life , too . I can protect myself , June objects . Ill protect you , too . You and Nugget . From the actual mob ? I laugh , but not unkindly . The image of June Evans guarding the door with a Kalashnikov is certainly one Id like to see . I dont care if Don fucking Corleone shows up I can take him . Im sure you could , babe . I pull her into a hug . June makes a noise like a kettle close to boiling , but doesnt resist . Thanks , Jay . It means a lot to me . But youre still going . I take a breath . Yeah , I am . When I pull back , I can see that Junes eyes are watery , Goddammit shes gonna make me cry , too . But then she rubs her face with her sleeve and says , like nothing happened , Alright then . Lets go pack your books . June Evans . Ever since first grade , shes been my rock . Whenever the other kids were picking on me , making fun of my name and my proverbial bad luck , June was the only one who stood up for me . She came swooping into the playground like a knight in shining armor , waving a stick like a battle ax and scattering my bullies as if they were just some squawking seagulls , We became inseparable after that . 21:40 My Mener Chapter 191 When the kids switched to making fun of both of us the unfortunate combination of our names was just too tasty to resist I felt so guilty . But June never held it against me . And so , whenever a kid would swagger up to us , snickering the classroom- wide joke- Hey , April and June ! Where did you leave May ? June would promptly answer , Right here , raise a fist , and punch the little fuckers lights out . I cant count the times thats gotten us into trouble . But we , mattered . never alone , and that was all that amy Văn Where do you want this ? June calls to me from the kitchen island , holding up my Vivienne Westwood catwalk collection book. Third hand , but worth every penny . Brown box , I answer distractedly , dusting a pile of old sewing books . Stitching , pattern techniques you name it , its there . In goes Vivienne , then Vuitton . Youre taking those , too ? I falter . On one hand , I might not be at Matveys that long . I could keep my treasures where Ive always kept them : here , safely in Junes care . On the other hand …. I think so . I mutter , brushing dust off the covers uncertainly . Ever since my belly grew the size of a basketball , Ive neglected them : my other babies . The books Grandma left me . lessly , June picks up another box . I keep staring at the covers . Some leatherbound , some not bound at all . Yellowed pages fraying at the edges . Books my grandma collected over the years , in a bunch of different languages , including her native French . Theyre the only thing I have left of her . I shake off the memories . It wont do me any good to think of the past now . My grandmas gone , and so is the home we shared . And now , Im going to have to say goodbye to another home . Suddenly , theres a knock on the door . Flowers ? I recognize the voice . Its whatshisname Sasha or Gasha or Misha or whatever . Come in ! Matveys guy pokes his head in . Apologies for the intrusion , ladies . Is there anything I can assist you with , Ms. Flowers ? I blink . If I didnt know for dead ass certain this guy was a mobster , Id think my baby daddy sent over his 21:40 Chapter 19 prim and proper butler . Oh , I , um no . No , thank you , were almost done . As you wish . Kosha or Whatever tilts his hat from the doorway , then takes it off before stepping in . Again : rather dapper for a hired gun . And you must be Ms. I never told him that . For Junes sake , I pretend I didnt just realize the father of my child is ap spying on us . Yasha 1 Think takes Junes hand in his gloved one and honest to god bows . My name is Grisha Aldonin , at your service . Right , thats his name : Grisha . June is rendered speechless . A hard feat to achieve , if I do say walt , is she blushing ? June Evans . N Nice to meet you . Enchanté . What are you , the French mob now ? Actually , Mr. Aldonin- Please , the Moscow dandy interrupts . Call me Grisha . Grisha , I amend . Could I trouble you to bring down a couple of boxes ? I cant really lift anything heavy . 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