While walking to art class I started thinking about the annual men's crab feed in January. Its 3 months away. I don't know why it popped into my head.
I began trying to picture you there. Would you even come along? Would you be among my stepfather and brother...and him? Would things be ok by then?
And what bout her?... Would she come along with the rest of the girls, with his mom, with my mom, with me? Would things be awkward? Would things be ok by then?
And then I remembered...
you hate seafood.
I laughed out loud. You don't fit the mold, you make it.
Everything will be ok by then.
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