The Summer Reunion (unedited version)

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Grayson seemed to not be paying attention to our conversation, but I could see him peeking at me every so often from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, it really is nice. Cold, but nice. You guys would love it there I'm sure, with all the restaurants and museums. Are you going away this year?" I tried to steer the conversation away from myself.

Susan perked up at the topic of travel, "We were talking about a trip to Paris actually." Her gold bracelets that ran up her arm clanked on the table as she rested her hands. "We might even be able to persuade Grouchy Grayson over there to come with us this year."

"Not happening," he shook his head.

I laughed to myself at their nickname for him and Grouchy Grayson nudged my foot under the table. 

A waitress interrupted the conversation as she brought waters for the two of us and took our order. My stomach was growling at the thought of a cheesy omelet.

Once she left Susan brought the conversation up again. "Grayson, you would love it there. Think of all the artwork you can see in the museums. You could even visit Andie!" she said the last part like it would be a selling point.

"Andie doesn't want to be our tour guide mom." He wrapped his hands around his cold glass of water, seeming too focused on the condensation. 

"Oh, don't be silly," Johanne interjected. "I'm sure Andie wouldn't mind."

"I happen to be a great tour guide, thank you very much." I shot him a look and took a sip of my water.

"Actually Andie," Johanne said, "I wanted to liven up our kitchen a little bit and cover it in postcards, some in frames and on the fridge. Would you send us a few when you get back?"

Grayson scoffed, "She's not very good at sending letters," he mumbled more to himself.

His parents glared at him, and I'm pretty sure Susan kicked him under the table because it rocked a little and a second later he rubbed his shin. I touched a drop of water on the table and spread it with my finger, not knowing what else to do with the silence. I thought we were at the point of at least tolerating each other, but I guess not.

Grayson slid out of the booth and stood up, "I'm going to wash my hands, I'll be back." He walked towards the back of the restaurant and left me sitting alone, open for interrogation.

I focused on my hands settled in my lap. Maybe if I'm quiet they won't say anything until he gets back. Who am I kidding? 

Susan cleared her throat and nudged her elbow into Johanne, jutting her head towards me. They were having a silent conversation I wasn't aware of, but clearly involved me. It was very obvious, and not so silent. 

"Andie," Johanne started, "we haven't heard much about you lately..." she trailed off, not knowing the right thing to say. "We were upset to hear you left so abruptly. We were hoping to take you out to dinner before you left."

"Yeah, it was pretty sudden. I didn't have much time for goodbyes, my mom had to leave right away for her job."

"Your mom?" she tilted her head in confusion, "I didn't know she was working."

I forgot I told everyone my dad was offered a business opportunity based in Europe. I scrambled to come up with a response to my slip up. 

"Right," I nodded, "my dad, I mean. He got offered a new job unexpectedly."

"You know," she sighed and looked at Susan, "Grayson was pretty upset when you left."

Susan nodded in agreement, "he's been very quiet lately. Not himself. It's like he doesn't know what to do with himself now. He's a guy in high school, he should be enjoying life. Not moping around all day."

"We were worried about him, until he suggested he come here. It's so nice seeing you two together again."

The way she said together made me feel guilty. If by together she meant like two criminals handcuffed together forcefully, then yes. Other than that, we weren't the happy campers she thought we were. Does that mean he told them we were spending time together?

"I've been meaning to call... things have just been a little hectic lately with exams and everything. I'm glad I was able to visit this summer though, it's nice seeing everyone." I tried to keep things as vague and general as possible. People could mean anyone.

Johanne reached across the table and placed her hand over mine, "We've worried about you too sweetie, moving to a new place alone. It's nice to see you back home." She had that motherly look in her eyes that almost made me tear up. The look of someone who cares.

I should have called them. Why didn't I call them?

I took a breath in, "It's nice to see you guys too. I've missed a lot of things about being home." I offered them a genuine smile, sweeter than any I've given in a long time. "Thank you for inviting me out."

Susan's bracelets chimed and clanked as she touched my arm, "No honey, thank you. We didn't know when we'd see you again, any of us. I think you two just need some time alone to sort things out. You've never been able to stay mad at each other for long." She looked into the dining area, where Grayson was on his way back.

As Grayson settled in the waitress delivered our food, and we spent the rest of the meal talking about their new bathroom renovations and some of Grayson's new artwork they were trying to persuade him to hang up. He was quiet for most of the time, just listening to the three of us talk.

When we packed up Johanne reached into her purse and pulled out a tub of cookies to take with us. Grayson accepted them with his first smile of the evening and carried them back to the car tucked under his arm. 

Town wasn't as busy as it was yesterday, most of the tourists leave on Sundays so it was quiet. We drove past the small shops and onto the main road leading to camp. As I looked out the window I thought back to the comment Grayson made earlier.

"You could have sent me a letter too ya know," I broke the silence. 

We passed the camp welcome sign and drove down the gravel road, only a few minutes from the cabin.

His brows pinched together as he glared at me sideways, my comment seemed to hit a nerve. 

"Considering you were the one who left I assumed you would, but I forgot you don't think of anyone else but yourself."

"Says the guy who got mad at me for leaving, even though I had no choice. Yet I don-" before I could finish he pulled over to the side of the dirt road and shut the car off. He took the keys out of the ignition and held them in his hand. 

The two of us sat alone in the parked car. There were no distractions or disasters to excuse us now. 

We were going to talk whether I wanted to or not.

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