Page 87 of The Interview
“Morning breath,” she complains.
“I’m sorry.”
“You need to shower and clean your teeth.”
“Not about the morning breath. I’m sorry for putting you in those situations.”
Her eyes are bluer than brown today, and they dance all over my face. “What was her name?” she asks again, very quietly.
“Jessie, and I only remember that because it was the last threesome me and Mac ever had. He got back with G, I met, fell in love, and married you,” I say with a smile, hoping that last little line will get me out of any trouble I might be in.
“We need to talk,” Ash replies.
My stomach drops.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
GEORGIA
Breakfast was chaos, and I loved every minute.
Dinner, even more so, and I was ecstatic!
Being with my family is my happy place. Cam and the kids are my world. Being with them brings me a sense of peace I can’t even begin to describe. Add my extended family into the mix, and I think I actually physically glow and vibrate with joy.
Don’t get me wrong, we argue and bicker like any family, but for me, these people are my everything. I’ve been fortunate enough to have travelled the world, experienced so much, but none of that matters in comparison. I would pick this, seated around this big, round table with the people I love most, over anything else I’ve ever seen or experienced.
This!Thisis what matters.
I haven’t seen my parents in a couple of months, as they only fly home now if Bailey and Sam are making the trip. Both are in their eighties. They need assistance at the airport, and our lives are too busy to be hopping on a plane to Portugal every other weekend, although we do try to get out there at least six times a year.
Along with Cam, me, and our four, are my parents, Bailey and Sam, Len and Jimmie, their youngest two, Ziggy and Harley, as well as Marley and Ash, and their eldest, Joe.
There are seventeen of us in total.
The restaurant is a carvery at a local pub in Brentwood, where we are regulars, so they are used to the noise.
The boys especially love it here because they can go up as many times as they like, and for the boys, who technically are now all men, there is no such thing as too many roast potatoes.
“When does the show air, then?” my mum asks after Kiki fills her in on what we’ve all been doing the past few days.
“The week before the film premieres next June,” I tell her.
“You should come over tomorrow, Nan. Sit on the sofa and let them ask you questions about Mum when she was little. And you, Grandad,” George says.
I watch as my mum’s hand goes to her chest. She smiles and shakes her head, but I know secretly she’d love to get up there and tell the world about me.
“What does anyone wanna be looking at my ugly mug for?” my dad questions.
“You’re still handsome, Grandad,” Lu states. “And Nan’s beautiful. I think the world would love to see you both and hear what you’ve got to say.”
My dad reaches behind my mum’s chair and rests his arm along the back before leaning in and kissing her cheek. Jim, who’s sitting next to me, nudges my arm.
“I know, look at them,” I say without even looking her way, because I just know what the nudge meant.
“Another twenty years, and that’ll be us,” she says.
