Austyn
We are at grandma Tilly's restaurant for a family night. Mom forces everyone to come weekly now. I love and hate these nights. They can go either very well, or be a catastrophe.
"Ugh, not your dad again. That man is going to make mom and dad fight," my brother Houston says. My stomach drops. I turn to where he is pointing, to see Beau. I try to hide so he doesn't see me, but he never gets the hint, so I am expecting a confrontation or some kind of outburst from him.
"Hey Austyn, we need to talk. It's about your sister," Beau walks over, looking really awkward. His hands are in his pants pockets. He looks older, his hair looks more gray, and he doesn't look happy. He doesn't even smile like other times when he sees me.
It never fails. The awkward cough and clearing of throats
