Progeny by Erik Schubach

Author:Erik Schubach [Schubach, Erik]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Erik Schubach
Published: 2014-04-16T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11 – Unorthodox Pseudo Family

I felt like a kid again, sneaking off for an adventure when my parents weren't looking, as Abbey and I ran out to the Jeep and jumped in and took off down the road. We kept trying not to laugh as we glanced at the silly looks on each of our faces. We really did look like a couple little girls nicking some biscuits out of the cookie jar.

Then after a couple minutes of driving aimlessly I asked, “Umm so, Abs, lunch?”

She grinned and nodded and replied, “That would be great. Where to?”

Hmmm, where to eat? I had an epiphany. “Want to meet some of my aunts?” She squinted an eye at me then nodded carefully, it was cute. I had to chuckle at her as I turned onto the freeway and pointed us toward Issaquah. I was excited for some reason to be introducing her to part of my unorthodox pseudo-family.

On autopilot I drove, stealing glances at the tall beauty beside me. I whispered, “I really do love your hair like that.” She didn't say anything, she just smiled and nodded bashfully.

I took the off ramp, down into the gorgeous little town that I call home, at the base of the Cascade Mountains. I navigated deftly up into the mountains, there was a chill in the air that meant snow was mere weeks away. I turned onto a long gravel driveway and was excited to see the lodge that I saw as my second home, seemingly growing out of the mountain. Valentine's Cascade Experience!

I saw Vernon fixing the railing on the wrap around porch on the building. He looked like a huge mountain man, but Uncle Vernon was really just a big teddy bear. He was the handyman here but was really more like family to us and Aunt Bobbie. I waved at him and he smiled and waved back. I parked us in the reserved spot up front. It was Mumsy's private parking space for all of the time.

Aunt Bobbie, the owner here, was her big sister. I think. This has always been a fuzzy area for me. Whenever we spoke of it, all of the adults always change the topic or are cryptic about it with secret smiles. The only thing that casts doubt in my eyes is the fact that Aunt Bobbie is Australian and Mumsy is Native American, but they do have similar looks.

I glanced at Abbey then back up at Vernon. He had vanished with all his tools. How does he do that? Then I looked back at Abs. Her wavy brown locks were heating me up. I waggled my eyebrows and hopped out of the Jeep. She followed suit and I walked around to stand by her. I opened my arms wide at the huge log structure and said, “My second home.”

I grabbed her hand and dragged her up the steps to the second level and the wraparound porch. I saw her looking down at the retail space as we climbed the stairs.

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