Language Barrier

6. The Photo Book

I walk into CC and Trish's house without knocking because I've been here everyday for the past week or so, I guess I'm a fixture at the house now. I look around the front room for Emily before walking into the kitchen. There I find Trish and CC sitting at the kitchen table.

Trish looks up to see me and she scowls, she's still pissed at me for calling her in the early morning hours. She yawns and looks back down to her coffee cup. Trish hasn't been a morning person for as long as I've known her and I doubt that changed in the last few hours.

"Emily isn't here." Trish yawns. "She told me that she was going to go find a gym."

"Oh shit." I mutter and CC laughs.

"I've got to go to the studio." He states and kisses Trish over the table. "See you later, babe."

"Have fun." Trish mumbles sleepily.

"Thomas, try not to get too hung up on Emily." CC laughs as he walks out the back door.

I slide behind the table where CC was sitting across from Trish and she scowls again, I laugh and put my elbows on the table. Trish slams her hands down on the table and leans across the table at me.

"You called me at four o'clock in the morning." Trish hisses and I laugh again.

"But the good news is that Emily has a crush on me." I beam and she groans.

"You know." She starts as she sits back down. "Mick does have a point."

"What?" I ask, a little irritated. "I like Emily and Emily likes me, isn't that all that matters?" I demand and she laughs.

"I mean, you don't know anything about her." Trish reminds me. "Like do you know her last name?"

"Well no." I admit a little sheepishly. "But you do."

"Tommy, I'm her cousin. I've known her since the day she was born." She states.

"June 7th 1965." I blurt out and she laughs.

"That is true." Trish admits. "But there's a lot more to know about her than her birthday."

"I know, I know." I whine but then I get an idea. "You can tell me about her though!"

"Tommy, I don't know." She mumbles. "I mean she's my cousin and I'd be lining you up to put your dick inside of her."

"But I told you about CC before you went out with him." I remind her and she rolls her eyes. "And now you're getting married! What if one day I marry Emily, you would've helped!"

"You told me that CC was a bleach blond dumbass and that if I really wanted to date a bleach blond dumbass I could just date Vince." Trish smirks and crosses her arms.

"I still told you about him!" I argue and she groans.

"Promise me that you're not going to fuck her once and then be done with her?" She pleads. "Emily is my little cousin and I don't want her hurt."

"Trish, I'm crazy about her and I haven't actually had a real, in depth conversation with her." I admit. "What does that say?"

"That you're insane." Trish smiles. "Hold on." She squeezes my hand and stands up from the table.

About two minutes later Trish comes back holding a big brown leather bound photo book. It looks about as old as dirt, the leather on spine is cracked and starting to peel away. Trish moves away the coffee cups and wipes the table before placing the big book down, she pulls up the chair beside me and folds her hands on top of the book.

"For starters, Emily's full name is Emily Charlotte Böhm. Charlotte is our grandmother's name and Emily has always said if she had a daughter that's what she'd call her." Trish starts and I smile.