Laurel
“Don’t you need me to stay home with you and Kevin this weekend?” I whine to my brother. It’s Friday morning and I am dreading going to New York this weekend. I look down at my suitcase before slamming it shut a little violently. Kyle quirks one eyebrow up as I turn to face him.
“Not with that attitude. What’s your deal Relly? You’ve been huffy since Wednesday night.”
“Irritated about this ball…” I mutter.
“Laurel, you don’t have to go. Not like Kleinhaus is going to offer to cure Kevin.”
Damn!! Guilt slams right into me making me almost double over physically.
“Kyle, I’m sorry. Shit..ake mushrooms.” I improvise catching Kevin’s eye.
“I mean it Laurel. You do enough for us. Do what you want this weekend. I’ll see you Sunday.” He hugs me before Kevin comes to do the same.
