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Living in a Vorish World - Page 301 - Family Vacation - By kaledeen - Overview
“Why are we all getting together again?” You ask your mother as the SUV pulls up along the gravel road to the large cabin your family had rented for the week. At the oldest son of Melody St. Claire, a high school biology teacher with an appetite, plenty of people would be surprised that you’d made it this far in life. A college junior only days away from his 24th birthday, you had survived quite a few dangerous situations.

“It’s a vacation! We thought it would be fun to get everybody together for a while. We could go hiking, rafting; there’s even horseback riding…”

Not much talk of video games. Neither you nor your brother had ever spent much time outdoors, nor had your mother. Though they both seemed excited enough about it; maybe they had been suckered in by too many television commercials.

“Don’t sulk. You’ll have a great time. You love seeing all of your cousins.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Max, it will be fun. Plenty of time for games at night.” Your younger brother Rudy chirps up, eagerly climbing out of the car to grab bags out of the back.

Looking at you in the rearview mirror as she presses the button to open the trunk, your mother frowns and turns to face you. “I wasn’t planning to tell you this yet, but your aunt Hannah found a pleasant restaurant down the road that’s supposed to have excellent man-food. I’ve been told the grilled salmon is fantastic; they catch it fresh right around here.”

Perking up slightly, you can’t help but lean forward in your chair as your brother grunts with the weight of too many bags somewhere behind you. “Are we going tonight?”

“We can. It is a vacation. We’ll probably be eating out a lot.” Your mother smiles at you, brushing her shoulder length light brown hair away from the side of her face as she does. Of course, given the topic that smile takes on certain predatory notes, it always amazed you that you and Rudy actually had the same father. Of course, between their wives, daughters, and one random stranger, your father and most uncles were long gone now. A couple of your aunts had remarried, but none of the biological fathers of you or your cousins were still around at this point. All the more reason to be cheered by eating out more often; you didn’t want your female relations getting ideas about you in the absence of other meals.

“Some help please!” your brother shouts from behind you, dropping a large bag onto the ground.

“Go help your brother,” your mother whispers, pinching your knee. “I’ll check on everyone else’s dinner plans.”
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