“Mom?” I said as I looking between Liam and my mother.
Mom glanced back at me and smiled, “Oh, honey, you’re awake.”
“What’s going on?” I said. I couldn’t take my eyes of Liam who was sitting comfortably on our couch, his arm thrown casually over the back.
“Liam came over because I guess you guys are headed out to the ski resort. But I told him you were still resting so we got to talking and the time just sort of flew by,” Mom said.
“Your mom and I were picking up the conversation we always have about the best era of American film,” Liam said.
“Can you believe this boy actually thinks the 70s is where it was at? What about the amazing 50s?” Mom said, shaking her head dramatically.
I frowned, “Wait, you guys have had this conversation before?”
Mom paused for a brief second and no
