Page 4 of Mr. Devereaux


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I was lucky; I came from a house with loving parents and a great childhood. I thank my lucky stars every time I hear about one of my friend’s fucked up family life. There is nothing I would change about my family, even my annoying sister who I often forget is a thirty-four-year-old woman.

My phone vibrates on the table and I glance down.

Layne

Hey bro. I was hoping we could catch up for lunch today? Discuss the party?

I roll my eyes. And so it begins.

I quickly tap out a message, completely tuning out anything anyone is saying.

Me

I don’t need to be involved. Use your imagination.

I see the grey bubble appear, knowing this isn't the end of it. I take a sip of my coffee and wait. Sure enough…

Layne

Seriously? I’m disappointed in you, A. I need your input for the ice sculptures.

I blow air out of my cheeks, earning me a few looks as I type back quickly.

Me

Ice sculptures? Don’t even think about it. Next you’ll be saying you want swans with little bows tied around their necks, greeting all the guests.

Layne

Actually. That’s not a bad idea!

Me

I was kidding

Layne

Giving me full access to your credit card didn’t mean that you get to just sit back and let me do all the work.

I smile when I imagine her indignant face.

Me

So don’t do it. I was happy having dinner with you and the olds.

Layne

Honestly, A. I wonder if we’re even related. Speaking of which, tell Devon there are to be ABSOLUTELY NO strippers at this party!

Me

Tell him yourself. Strippers have feelings you know.

A grin spreads across my face when I think about my 40th birthday and the shit my friends got up to. Much to my sister’s dismay. She’s right though; this is a family affair and we don’t need to get crazy.

Layne

If I even catch a whiff of Devon or any of your other scummy mates doing anything inappropriate, so help me, I’ll cut their balls off

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