“Naomi, how was your trip?” My mother decided to ask her as we sat around the Andrews’ dinner table. I hoped that no one asked that question because it was sure to lead to follow up questions which would lead to a few awkward moments. I was having a really difficult time even trying to act normal knowing that my relationship with Naomi was hanging in the balance because of her trip.
“I was mostly in the hospital so I couldn’t go sightseeing unfortunately but I enjoyed it. Everyone seemed so friendly though.” Naomi answered. She was smart; she didn’t give them a vague or direct answer so there was not a lot they could go on.
“There’s an amazing resort an hour out of that town along the coast. If you go back there then maybe you could treat yourself there a little.” My father suggested.
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