Chapter 129: Mr. Gunnersen
ZOYA
Tyler pushes his lips out and his nostrils flare. It is a weird look; one I realize indicates he is not sure if he wants to trust me. I sit and wait, quietly, giving him time to decide.
My mama has often done that with Papa when he's silent and she wants him to talk. She always gets her way. She told me once that there are two reasons men are slower to communicate. Sometimes it takes men a while to formulate their thoughts and decide if they wish to share them or not. And sometimes, they are prideful and avoid sharing things until they trust in the person asking for answers. My guess is it is the latter with Tyler. He knows my brother, not me.
I watch him as he wrestles with whatever is going on inside his mind. Finally, he starts talking and I listen - hanging onto his every word - laced in that accent of his which fascinates me.