Chapter 35
He smiles. “Let’s go. I want you to meet my parents.”
I get out of the back seat and hear my sister behind me say mostly to herself, “I need a stiff drink.”
I envelop her in an overdue hug. “That makes two of us, sis,” I say. “I’m glad you’re here. It’s been too long.”
My sister, always the jokester, replies, “Mom and Dad would’ve left me home with the family mice. Hell, they we’re going to leave me with strangers in an airport bar.” She turns to me. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?”
I kiss her on the cheek. “Go inside, sis, and make yourself at home. The bourbon is on the top shelf of the corner cabinet in the dining room.”
Walking up behind Philip, I hear his mother, Barbara, say, “Can somebody please get the door? These bags are getting heavy.”
Philip jumps into the rescue. “Sorry, Mom. Here, let me help you.”