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His grandparents drove him around until he got his license. He had a place to go for meals if need be or to stay when his dad was working crazy overtime.
He’d take the absence of his father over having to spend one minute with his mother.
Who he hadn’t talked to in fifteen years. Last he knew, she was living with another man he didn’t care about. He only found those things out when he talked to his other grandparents who wished he’d come visit more.
He should do that, but he just didn’t want to go back to that town where everyone knew his history.
“How is work going?” his father asked. “Anything exciting going on lately?”
“Not really,” he said. No reason to tell his father about the events of today. It was done and over with and the truth was, Fred did most of the work.
“Want to go to Fierce tonight?” his father asked. “I’m in the mood for a good beer.”
“Works for me,” he said. It was only about three miles from his apartment. He was close to downtown and it made it easier for him for his job too. Being close to the station had its perks when he was working late or had to get up at the crack of dawn.
He and his father left together, he drove the few miles, parked and got out. It was barely five at this point and still pretty busy. He was sure it was going to get busier on top of it.
The hostess asked them how many and showed them their table.
“Have you seen Grandma or Grandpa lately?” his father asked him of his grandparents in town.
“Not since Thanksgiving,” he said. “I’ve been busy. But Grandma texts me all the time. You know that.”
“I do,” his father said. “The holidays are coming up so she’ll be checking in with you too.”
They’d had Thanksgiving at his grandparents' last week. It wasn’t like it was that long ago and he barely saw them monthly. His grandmother was already on his case to make sure he was there for Christmas Day and he swore he would be. Unless he got called into work. He didn’t care if he was. It’s not like there was much more going on in his life.
“I told her I’ll be there unless I can’t avoid it,” he said.
They ordered their beers and then got some wings while they waited for their burgers.
“Are you going to try to talk to your mother?” his father asked.
“No,” he said and picked up his beer to take a long sip.
“You haven’t in years,” his father said. “She asks about you.”
“You talk to her?” Sawyer asked. He was shocked to hear this. His father had moved on last he knew. Sean Brennan dated on and off. He’d been single for about a year after a five-year relationship. His father always held on longer than he should, but Sawyer kept that to himself.
“No,” his father said. “Not in years.”
“Then how do you know?” he asked.
Their wings were brought out fast. Just like everything was run here. The pub was like a well-oiled machine, which he could appreciate. They turned tables over and kept things flowing.
That is how he liked his life.
No nonsense.
“I talk to her parents more. Or they reach out to me. They always liked me. And they want to check on you.”
“I talk to them too,” he said. “It’s not like they did anything wrong other than birth and raise my mother.”
“Sawyer,” his father said.
“I didn’t mean it that way. I’m just stating a fact. They were always good to me. Even after your accident they sided with you. They didn’t talk to their daughter for a good year.”
Sawyer knew that because he still lived in that town and wouldn’t go see his mother unless forced. Thankfully, his mother didn’t force it often since she was too busy being with the loser she was hooking up with.
