The Secrets of Confessions ✔️

Chapter 7: Have Mercy

"Please tell me Mason cooked up some Lebanese food. I'm starving," Usha says. She sounds like she hasn't eaten in three weeks and she just wants something that will fill her stomach and rid her misery.

I raise an eyebrow. "Didn't you just eat lunch like an hour ago?"

"Yes, but it's your dad's Lebanese food!" That I kind of can't argue with. Mason's cooking is 5 star restaurant level, so I'm not surprised that she wants some of it.

I open the door to the house, and say, "You're so weird sometimes."

"Can you blame me? Your dad's cooking will make Gordon Ramsey jealous!" Can't really disagree with that either. I mean, the Lebanese food that Mason and his mom cook are seriously so good.

"Well, I'm glad you think that way, Usha." Mason walks down the steps to greet Usha, and the only thing Usha greets him with is a huge smile.

"Hey, Mason! How are you doing?" she asks. Her smile is cheerful, and the smile that Mason has is almost cunning.

He shrugs. "Eh, I'm okay. Nothing too special going on. How about you? How's your sister doing?"

"Stressing about college apps. She really wants to get into USC, but she doesn't know if she's up to it."

Mason shrugs. "I mean, it really depends on the workload. I went to Cal Poly, and I did fine. She's going to be fine. Now, what were you saying about my Lebanese food? Would it really make Gordon Ramsey jealous?"

Usha nods a little bit, and says, "Yeah, it would. It's delicious."

Mason smirks his signature smile that causes most middle aged women to want to flirt with him. "I've got some leftover manakeesh that I made last night. I'll get you some. Sit down and make yourself at home, how about that?"

Usha gladly nods and sits down on the couch. Mason grabs some food from the plate sitting on the countertop, while I go and get some water from the sink. "Hey, Usha, so what do you think about Chris' new tattoo? I think it's kind of badass, right?"

Usha crosses her legs, and says, "It kinda is, isn't it? I mean, I never expected him to get one. He's not the type of dude to get one."

Mason brings the food over to Usha, who gladly takes it and thanks him. "If you need anything else, just shout. I'll be here," Mason assures, as he sits down on the couch next to her.

"Hey, Usha, can we go up to my room? I need to talk about something." The tone of my voice indicates that it's kind of important, and if she says no, then I won't be the happiest.

She nods, gets up, and then Mason calls, "Try not to make a mess, okay?"

"Gotcha, Mason," she calls back, and then we go upstairs to talk about things that Mason doesn't really need to know about. We go upstairs, and then I shut the door so that no one decides to listen and hear about what I'm going to tell Usha about.

"So, what did you want to talk about? If it's about the bracelet, then I told you I'm sorry already. I already paid you for it," she asks, and I roll my eyes. That was a while back, and it was a silly bracelet. I may as well get another one from my local jewelry store.

"No, it's not about the bracelet! I want to show you something!" I open my dresser, and take out my mom's diaries. I put them on Usha's lap, and open them for her to see.

Usha looks at me, and says, "Okay, it's a bunch of notebooks with Gujarati stuff written in it. What's so interesting about that?"

I scoff. "It's my mom diaries." I say it in a hushed whisper just in case someone's lingering around my room.