the next weekend. Tara called her mother and told her that they would be visiting. Tara was a little nervous, but she was excited in anticipation of seeing her parents for the first time in a while.
9
Brandon and Tara landed in at the East Texas Regional Airport in Longview, Texas on Brandon private jet. Once they deplaned they made their way to a rental car counter and picked up the sport utility reserved for them. Brandon punched the address of Tara’s parents into the GPS system and began the journey to their home situated off highway 259 between Henderson and Mount Enterprise, Texas.
“There are a lot of trees out here,” Brandon remarked.
“That’s why it’s called the piney woods,” Tara said.
“I’m a little nervous,” Brandon said.
“You’re nervous? I can’t believe that. You’ve met President’s and dealt with some of the most powerful people in the world, these are just two simple country folks,” Tara said.
“No they’re not. They’re your parents and two of the most powerful people on earth, because they will be my mother and father-in-law. What if they don’t like me or think I’m an asshole like a lot of other people do?” Brandon said.
“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” Tara said.
“Well I hope not since we’re getting married! Thanks for the endorsement,” Brandon said with a laugh.
“I was trying to be supportive, and then I realized how ridiculous that sounded,” Tara said laughing.
After thirty minutes of driving, Brandon exited the main highway and drove one mile down a side road that intersected the main highway before pulling into the driveway of the modest three bedroom home.
“Well, we’re here,” Tara said.
“Okay here we go,” Brandon said as he got out.
June and Clyde had come out onto the porch to met their daughter and her fiancé. Brandon was struck by how much Tara looked like her mother only younger. June was about the same height and size as Tara. With gray streaks in her hair, a few wrinkles on her face and blue eyes that told a story of overcoming a hard life to survive. June wore her blond hair in a tight bun and walked out to meet them.
“Tara baby, come give your mama a hug,” June said as she squeezed her daughter tight.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Clyde, Tara’s father,” Clyde said as he shook Brandon’s hand.
Tara’s father Clyde was about five feet ten inches tall and he weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds. Clyde drove a tanker truck for an oil company and hauled water for injection into underground shale deposits to fracture the rock to allow natural gas extraction.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Wilson,” Brandon said.
“Hello Brandon, I’m Tara’s mother June,” June said as she shook Brandon’s hand.
“Let’s get inside, it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk out here,” Clyde said.
Brandon and Tara had packed lightly for their brief two night stay. Brandon had informed his staff that he would be back in the office on Tuesday of the next week.
“Brandon you can put your things in this room back here and Tara your stuff can go in this room,” June said.
“Mama, what are you doing? Why are you telling us to put our things in different rooms?” Tara said.
“Well, you aren’t married yet and if you’re not married you are not sleeping in the same bed in this house,” June said.
“Tara, that’s okay. We go by the rules of whomever’s home we’re in,” Brandon said.
“Tara, I like him already,” June said.
Tara looked at Brandon, went into her room and placed her bag on the floor. Brandon and Tara joined
“Well Brandon, it’s nice to finally meet you. I know that New York isn’t around the corner, but I’ve been anxious to meet the man that swept Tara off her feet. Where are you from originally,” Clyde asked.
“My family lives in California, in the Berkley area near San Francisco,” Brandon said.
“How did you end up on the other side of the country in New York?”
9
Brandon and Tara landed in at the East Texas Regional Airport in Longview, Texas on Brandon private jet. Once they deplaned they made their way to a rental car counter and picked up the sport utility reserved for them. Brandon punched the address of Tara’s parents into the GPS system and began the journey to their home situated off highway 259 between Henderson and Mount Enterprise, Texas.
“There are a lot of trees out here,” Brandon remarked.
“That’s why it’s called the piney woods,” Tara said.
“I’m a little nervous,” Brandon said.
“You’re nervous? I can’t believe that. You’ve met President’s and dealt with some of the most powerful people in the world, these are just two simple country folks,” Tara said.
“No they’re not. They’re your parents and two of the most powerful people on earth, because they will be my mother and father-in-law. What if they don’t like me or think I’m an asshole like a lot of other people do?” Brandon said.
“I don’t think you’re an asshole,” Tara said.
“Well I hope not since we’re getting married! Thanks for the endorsement,” Brandon said with a laugh.
“I was trying to be supportive, and then I realized how ridiculous that sounded,” Tara said laughing.
After thirty minutes of driving, Brandon exited the main highway and drove one mile down a side road that intersected the main highway before pulling into the driveway of the modest three bedroom home.
“Well, we’re here,” Tara said.
“Okay here we go,” Brandon said as he got out.
June and Clyde had come out onto the porch to met their daughter and her fiancé. Brandon was struck by how much Tara looked like her mother only younger. June was about the same height and size as Tara. With gray streaks in her hair, a few wrinkles on her face and blue eyes that told a story of overcoming a hard life to survive. June wore her blond hair in a tight bun and walked out to meet them.
“Tara baby, come give your mama a hug,” June said as she squeezed her daughter tight.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Clyde, Tara’s father,” Clyde said as he shook Brandon’s hand.
Tara’s father Clyde was about five feet ten inches tall and he weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds. Clyde drove a tanker truck for an oil company and hauled water for injection into underground shale deposits to fracture the rock to allow natural gas extraction.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Wilson,” Brandon said.
“Hello Brandon, I’m Tara’s mother June,” June said as she shook Brandon’s hand.
“Let’s get inside, it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk out here,” Clyde said.
Brandon and Tara had packed lightly for their brief two night stay. Brandon had informed his staff that he would be back in the office on Tuesday of the next week.
“Brandon you can put your things in this room back here and Tara your stuff can go in this room,” June said.
“Mama, what are you doing? Why are you telling us to put our things in different rooms?” Tara said.
“Well, you aren’t married yet and if you’re not married you are not sleeping in the same bed in this house,” June said.
“Tara, that’s okay. We go by the rules of whomever’s home we’re in,” Brandon said.
“Tara, I like him already,” June said.
Tara looked at Brandon, went into her room and placed her bag on the floor. Brandon and Tara joined
“Well Brandon, it’s nice to finally meet you. I know that New York isn’t around the corner, but I’ve been anxious to meet the man that swept Tara off her feet. Where are you from originally,” Clyde asked.
“My family lives in California, in the Berkley area near San Francisco,” Brandon said.
“How did you end up on the other side of the country in New York?”
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