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I laugh, thinking about where we were and where we’re at now.
Travis
Something like that. And we need to talk.
I don’t type for a while. What does that mean, exactly?
Viola
Well, mister, that sounds pretty serious.
Travis
By talk, I mean, balls deep inside you.
I laugh.
Viola
Well don’t hold back AT ALL.
Travis
Did you expect anything less? ??
Viola
Actually, no.
Every day I’m awake, I feel like I’m living a dream. At breakfast on Sunday, I couldn’t stop smiling.
“I love seeing my children so happy,” Mom mentions after we eat. Once we help clean up, she hugs us both goodbye. “You both must be in love,” she jokes.
My cheeks go pink, and I hurry to grab my bag before she notices, but I’m not quick enough. I make eye contact with her, and my deepest, darkest secrets are written across my face. She glances over at Drew, then back at me, before her smile widens. Being the man he is, he’s completely oblivious to the fact that Mom just called me out.
“Let them leave,” Larry says with a big smile. He reminds me of a big lumberjack, especially when he wears those plaid button-up shirts—his everyday wardrobe. Even he knows that if we don’t rush out the door right at this moment, she’ll keep us until after lunch. That’s how she is. We have to escape while we can.
“Fine,” she says, patting him on his stomach as he wraps his arm around her.
“I love you two. Be careful. Tell Travis I said hello,” Mom says to Drew. I don’t dare look at her, at the mention of his name.
“I’ll tell him.” Drew swings his bag over his shoulder, and we walk out to the truck.
“Mom’s being weird, too,” he says. “What’s with you girls these days?”
She knows. Fuck. She knows too much.
“I didn’t think she was being weird.” I throw my bag in the back seat of his truck. It’s so tall that I struggle to climb inside. This is why I wanted to take my car.
“All this talk about love. It kind of makes me sick. Oh, and the way she kisses Larry. Oh my God! At least when I visit Dad, I don’t have to watch him be with someone else.”
Drew is rambling, and I’m okay with it. I feel kind of guilty that we didn’t visit Dad while we were home, but Drew has to go into work today, and we need to get back.
Halfway through the middle of Drew’s ridiculous playlist, a text rings out, and it’s Courtney.
Courtney
WHERE ARE YOU? SERIOUSLY!
