“Almost,” I said. “But right now it almost seems like we were sitting at that restaurant in
New York yesterday.”
“Yeah, that was a fun night,” said Christie, smiling at the memory.
“To be honest, I never thought we’d get to hang out again, being 3,000 miles away and
all.”
“Well, I’m just glad you were available to hang out. I love my brother, but his wife can
get on my nerves. Did I ever tell you how many brothers and sisters I have?”
“No,” I said, genuinely curious.
“Nine,” she said.
My eyes widened. “Wow,” I said. “That’s a lot. Your parents must have gotten busy!”
She laughed. “Most of us were adopted. I’m the youngest.”
“That must have been a crazy household growing up,” I said.
“You have no idea. I moved out of there as soon as I could. I hated being in such a large
family.”
“Yeah, you seem pretty independent.”
“I am. I was a total tom boy growing up, always hanging out with my brothers and stuff.
I guess that’s why I feel so confident being on my own, because I’m not like some scared
little girl. You should see some of the girls I model with, they act like they couldn’t
survive in the real world without an entourage or something.”
“I know what you mean. I love my family and all, but I couldn’t wait to get out on my
own. There’s so much freedom you gain when you strike out by yourself.”
I let her do most of the talking, chiming in to either demonstrate a commonality or joke
with her from time to time. It was a good conversation, and I was learning a lot about her
that I had either forgotten or didn’t know.
The fact that she was adopted and a tom boy when she was younger told me a lot.
Chances are her home life wasn’t the most stable growing up. Sure enough, she told me
her adoptive parents had gotten divorced when she was younger, and her adopted dad
died a few years back. Most of the men in her life were her brothers, who were only a
few years older than she was.
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