not even drink it, am I right?” I chuckle.
“You may be right. She has only had wine once since I know her,” She shows me in to another store. I shop around and find everything I need. I even grab the largest bottle of the best 30-year old single malt scotch whiskey I can find. We walk out of the store and head back to the truck.
As we drive away from the city, I think to myself how nice it is to live in desolation. Rosalie hums along with the Latin music on the radio. I nod off until we turn off the highway on a bumpy road. I wake up thinking to myself that we have about an hour and a half on this road before we get back to the Cantina. She turns off the static on the radio and she asks me questions about how I knew Livi was the one for me. I tell her only the basics about meeting in college and Livi was the quiet type not having any female friends. But then, I die off the conversation thinking back to the first time I met her crazy family. My parents and my sister went away for Thanksgiving. I could not join them since I had daily practice for the hockey season starting up. Livi felt bad and invited me to her house to have dinner with her family. I had not met them yet since we were only dating for 2 months. She warned me that her older brothers were uncivilized and were completely into football. She also warned me that she, as well as her dad, loved hockey, but they were not into the same NHL team that I liked. I guess that was her way of warning me to not talk sports.
She drove up to the college the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and picked me up in a beat up old pickup truck. I hopped in with a small bag since I was staying over for two nights. “What is this truck?” I asked kind of grossed out over how dirty it was.
She smiled, “It is my dad’s truck. My brother blocked me in the garage, so I could not get out. I grabbed the keys for the truck. I love this old truck, great memories growing up fishing and camping with this truck.” I just nodded and I started to think about what I got myself into for the next few days. I really was not prepared to be farming it or whatever they do out there. We drive up route 23 and get off the jug handle for a town called Kinne lon. We turn down a road that has no houses but all woods. She stops at a security gate punching in a code, and then the gate opens. We drive in to a heavily treed area and down a paver stone driveway to a sprawling estate on a lake. I keep staring at the house and the views. She parks the truck taking the keys out of the ignition. “Are you ready for the mayhem?” she asks me looking completely nervous. I only can nod. “Ryan, I have to tell you that I never brought home any guys that I was dating. I was always afraid of what might happen. So I am saying sorry now if my brothers beat up on you or any other stuff that they put you through. Also, you have to sleep in the basement and I know my dad is going to lock you down there,” she says shyly getting out of the truck.
All I can get out of my mouth, “I thought you lived on a farm.”
She smiles, “A crazy farm, you will see.” We walk in to the house greeted by 7 German Shepherd dogs and there before me stands a tall man about six feet four inches in height. He is very familiar to me as he extends his hand to shake mine. Livi does the introductions and I notice that he is squeezing my grip tighter.
Then it dawned on me and the words just come out of my mouth, “ Holy shit, you are Henry McGraw, The State Attorney General. You had selected me for a full sports grant and law scholarship two years ago and made a special appearance at my Clifton High school graduation to hand me my diploma. I am sorry Sir, I am rambling.”
He grinned at me like he was very pleased that I knew who he was, “Ah yes boy. I remember you . Funny how it is that you are here in my house with Olivia being her new friend,” sternly the words leave his mouth.
Livi is beaming a smile ear to ear, “Ryan,
“You may be right. She has only had wine once since I know her,” She shows me in to another store. I shop around and find everything I need. I even grab the largest bottle of the best 30-year old single malt scotch whiskey I can find. We walk out of the store and head back to the truck.
As we drive away from the city, I think to myself how nice it is to live in desolation. Rosalie hums along with the Latin music on the radio. I nod off until we turn off the highway on a bumpy road. I wake up thinking to myself that we have about an hour and a half on this road before we get back to the Cantina. She turns off the static on the radio and she asks me questions about how I knew Livi was the one for me. I tell her only the basics about meeting in college and Livi was the quiet type not having any female friends. But then, I die off the conversation thinking back to the first time I met her crazy family. My parents and my sister went away for Thanksgiving. I could not join them since I had daily practice for the hockey season starting up. Livi felt bad and invited me to her house to have dinner with her family. I had not met them yet since we were only dating for 2 months. She warned me that her older brothers were uncivilized and were completely into football. She also warned me that she, as well as her dad, loved hockey, but they were not into the same NHL team that I liked. I guess that was her way of warning me to not talk sports.
She drove up to the college the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and picked me up in a beat up old pickup truck. I hopped in with a small bag since I was staying over for two nights. “What is this truck?” I asked kind of grossed out over how dirty it was.
She smiled, “It is my dad’s truck. My brother blocked me in the garage, so I could not get out. I grabbed the keys for the truck. I love this old truck, great memories growing up fishing and camping with this truck.” I just nodded and I started to think about what I got myself into for the next few days. I really was not prepared to be farming it or whatever they do out there. We drive up route 23 and get off the jug handle for a town called Kinne lon. We turn down a road that has no houses but all woods. She stops at a security gate punching in a code, and then the gate opens. We drive in to a heavily treed area and down a paver stone driveway to a sprawling estate on a lake. I keep staring at the house and the views. She parks the truck taking the keys out of the ignition. “Are you ready for the mayhem?” she asks me looking completely nervous. I only can nod. “Ryan, I have to tell you that I never brought home any guys that I was dating. I was always afraid of what might happen. So I am saying sorry now if my brothers beat up on you or any other stuff that they put you through. Also, you have to sleep in the basement and I know my dad is going to lock you down there,” she says shyly getting out of the truck.
All I can get out of my mouth, “I thought you lived on a farm.”
She smiles, “A crazy farm, you will see.” We walk in to the house greeted by 7 German Shepherd dogs and there before me stands a tall man about six feet four inches in height. He is very familiar to me as he extends his hand to shake mine. Livi does the introductions and I notice that he is squeezing my grip tighter.
Then it dawned on me and the words just come out of my mouth, “ Holy shit, you are Henry McGraw, The State Attorney General. You had selected me for a full sports grant and law scholarship two years ago and made a special appearance at my Clifton High school graduation to hand me my diploma. I am sorry Sir, I am rambling.”
He grinned at me like he was very pleased that I knew who he was, “Ah yes boy. I remember you . Funny how it is that you are here in my house with Olivia being her new friend,” sternly the words leave his mouth.
Livi is beaming a smile ear to ear, “Ryan,
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