Beautiful Liar Read Free

back out there. And when Marla became sick, I knew a social life was the least of my worries.
    But today is about Aiden and Marla. I fear it may be the last birthday my mother gets to celebrate with us. Her health has been declining. And the bills keep piling up, now that she is no longer able to work. She recently started chemo, but it has had no effect. She keeps saying I should just send her to hospice, but I can’t do that.
    Now isn’t the time for negative thoughts. I can not wait to see the look on Aiden’s face when he sees his cake; it is decorated to look like a real baseball game is being played on it. He is fascinated by sports in general. Give the boy a ball and he is content. His bedroom is full of bats, balls, gloves, and helmets. Marla put decals of balls and bats on his walls and found him the cutest lamp to match.
    This year for his birthday I was able to find a great deal on a toddler bed and sports themed bedding from a consignment shop. It is time he started sleeping in his own room. It breaks my heart to think he’s growing so fast, but I know I can’t coddle him too much. I don’t want him to be a sissy.
    A few of his friends from daycare are coming and my sweet neighbor Caroline, who watches him when I can’t send him to daycare. She has been a blessing in my life. She is a retired school teacher, and great with Aiden. I have Aiden and Marla both taking naps before the party starts so they are both fully charged and able to enjoy it. I wait for Turner to arrive, he promised to pick up the cake and help me decorate.
    Turner has been a really good friend to me these past few months. He isn’t looking for a relationship either, and besides he is now my boss. And I get the feeling he doesn’t do relationships.
    He looks so silly coming down the street with a handful of balloons tied to his wrist and balancing a cake in his arms. I don’t mind his being around Aiden since we are just friends. Though I have to admit seeing how intrigued Aiden is by him makes me wonder if he is missing out by not having a male figure in his life.
    I know I sure as hell have missed my own daddy since I moved here to live with Marla. But after I left, daddy started dating and living his life for him. I still see him when I can, but now he will have to come here to visit me. I can’t chance a run in with Brody’s family. One look at Aiden and they will know what I have done.
    I still keep up with Brody; I read things here and there online about him. He has recently gotten a divorce according to one of those gossip sites.
    I don’t know if I can believe everything I read though, Brody hasn’t mentioned his troubles in the emails he sends. But I guess a person can change a lot in a few years. I know I certainly have. I grew up right quick once I had Aiden depending on me. I never made it to beauty school. I take whatever job I can find that pays the most, but I draw the line at stripping.
    Turner and I finish setting up the decorations and refreshments. He fires up the grill and I wake Aiden up to get him ready for his big day. Marla takes her place in her recliner; she spends a lot of her time in it these days.
    The house we live in isn’t large, but it is decent enough for the three of us, Marla, Aiden and me. It is a rental located in a quiet enough neighborhood. I would never be able to afford it on my own. It is decorated nicely. It is quaint with a French Country Cottage feel to it. Most of my mother’s furniture is antiques she has collected from dealers and swap meats. You would think she is an old lady by her taste in décor.
    We have a blue floral couch and yellow floors for Christ sakes and the doilies, blah. But the chandelier she put up over the dinning table gives the room a modern chic vibe.
    Mom paid the rent up for a year when she first learned of her cancer. So for now I am only responsible for the utilities and our cost of living. Turner walks into the kitchen to get the hotdog wieners for the