43
Chris
“Someone’s distracted this morning.”
“Mmm?”
“Your parents are here,” Vic says, pointing them out to me as they walk through the door.
“Oh yeah, I just lost track of time.”
“Time…?”
“What do you want, Vic?”
“You’re being strange this morning, you’re all dazed.”
“I’m just tired.”
“Hot date last night?”
I glare at her. “Don’t be silly.”
“Why not? Maybe you were out late with someone last night and you don’t want to tell me about it.”
I slide off the countertop and grab my cup of coffee.
“Do you really think that would happen?”
“I don’t know. You’ve been kind of distant these past few days, as if your mind’s been elsewhere.”
“It’s just been a long week, and I really don’t feel like having breakfast with my parents.”
“Okay, I believe you. For now.”
I ignore her and head towards the door to greet my parents. I hug them, and lead them over to their usual table.
“Breakfast is almost ready.”
“Where’s Evan?” my mother asks, looking around.
“He’s just coming, I let him have a lie-in this morning.”
“Did you let him stay out late again last night?” she starts to pry right away.
“No, no, just the usual. He was actually home before me,” I say, the words escaping my mouth.
“So you were out last night, too?”
Shit.
“I just went for a few drinks with Vic,” I lie, badly.
“With me?” Vic appears with our coffees. “We didn’t…”
I elbow her sharply, almost making her drop the entire tray of coffee.
“Oh yeah, I almost forgot,” she says, glaring daggers at me. “Of course we went out last night. Just the two of us!”
