It’s Harder than it Looks

8476Donna and I sipped coffee at the kitchen table.  I could not believe how well I slept. My head hit that pillow and the next thing I knew a beam of sunlight was waking me.

“I didn’t hear one bell all night.”

There was a crash upstairs followed by Chris yelling at the top of his lungs. Donna ran over to the stairwell. “What’s going on up there?”

“Alex kicked Chris out of the bed and he fell on the tile.” Jill said.

Donna bolted up the stairs. “Be on the roof deck in five minutes!”

* * *

This wasn’t the first time we had to sit him down for one of these little talks in the past few weeks.

“Why are you acting like this?’ Donna was nearly in tears and that really bothered me. This was supposed to be a family trip and this particular family member seemed to be doing his best to sabotage it.

Alex just sat there with a blank face. Donna went on about how this was a special time and not the time to be acting like such a real jerk.

“Don’t send me home.” He finally said.


“I heard you guys talking last night. Please don’t send me home.”

“Alex.” I said, “We aren’t planning to send you home, Mom and I were only joking.”

The three of us sat there in silence until Donna said: “You need to apologize to your brother.”

He nodded, then got up and left.

The sun felt so good, the morning air was sweet and crisp. The trees and red tile roofs below looked so colorful. If only the moment were happier. “He really thought we wanted to send him home? Holy Shit.”

She remained silent.

“And he actually doesn’t want to go home – what’s that all about?” I thought he’d jump at the chance.”

She shook her head.

I put my hand on hers. “You okay?”

“No. Take me to the water.”

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