Dana and I were summoned out to the farm for an ‘adults only’ dinner, as my sister put it when she called. We arrived just after 6:00 PM to find mom and Kris sitting at the kitchen table. There was no food in sight; instead, the table was covered in bridal magazines.
A sense of dread washed over me. I looked at Dana and she looked back at me through hooded lashes. I could feel something brewing that I just knew I wasn’t going to like and it seemed like Dana was feeling the same sort of tension that I was.
“We ordered pizza,” mom said. “Your father took Lance and they went into town to pick it up, so we only have a few minutes before they get back.”
“Um, okay,” I said, “First of all, should dad be eating pizza?”
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