“Yes, we are. We are going to fix it up. Okay, fine, James is going to fix it up, and I am going to serve cocktails with swords.”
“When you sober up, I’m sure you’ll help me.” James has the tolerance of a saint today.
“Maybe. Or maybe I will just stab you with mini swords and make you work faster.”
Sabin stands up and looks at James. “Sounds like it could be a lot to take on.” He pauses and flashes his best Sabin grin. “Want some help?”
I look at Sabin and realize he might be serious. He’s crazy like that. James doesn’t know him well enough to realize that this proposal he’s making has legs.
“You feel bad for me,” James says, with a good-natured smile. Then he gestures at me. “You’ve noticed that my future assistant seems unreliable.”
“I’m not joking,” says Sabin. “I’m totally serious.” He gives each of his siblings a long, slow, searching look. “Let’s all go!”
“Sabin, you can’t just invite us up to their house,” Chris protests. “Stop being crazy.”
“Of course I can. We’re family. Right, Blythe?”
“Yes!” Estelle claps her hands. “Let’s do it! Summer with the McGuires!”
“Estelle!” Chris glares at her.
“You’re serious!” A big smile spreads across James’s face. “Sure, why not? Come up for the summer. All of you. It’ll be a blast!” James is barreling ahead with plans that I am too dizzy to keep up with.
“What are you doing? They probably have shit to do, James,” I point out with a definite slur. “You know, like normal people. Jobs and whatnot. Plans!” I wave my arms around chaotically.
“Well, Sabin did get dumped by the theater,” Estelle announces. “So he’s free.”
Chris frowns. “What do you mean, he got dumped? Sabin?”
“Oh, those assholes. I showed up late for a couple things, and they wigged out.”
“Were you planning on telling me about this?” Chris is not happy.
“Maybe, maybe not.” Sabin twirls around ridiculously. “Depends on how much of a prick you’re going to be about it. Let’s focus on the positive here. Now we’ve got a summer vacation with our best girl and her debonair brother!”
“This is impulsive and intrusive, and we’re not doing it.” Chris puts his hands in his pockets.
“It’s not like you have anything to do,” Estelle says rather snidely. “What’s-her-face is going to move her shit out of your apartment by herself, and you don’t have a job anyway. You were just going to be honeymooning and then looking for a job after. C’mon. We’ve got the goddamn money, let’s be honest. I want to have some fucking fun!”
I notice that she and James have made undeniable eye contact. Great. This could be interesting, if my brother can keep up with her.
Everyone stares at Chris while he fidgets. “You guys, they don’t want us crashing—”
“Chris.” I look at him. There is no question. Especially in my drunken state, there is no possibility that I could refuse this opportunity to regroup with the people I care most about. Bullshit between me and Chris aside, this is right. “Get in the car.”
He steps closer and takes me by the arm, walking me away from the group. I trip over the gravel on the driveway a few times, but at least I don’t totally wipeout.
“What’s the problem?” I ask, slurring just a little bit. “I heard you’ve been a little boring lately. Why not try something unexpected? This could be fun.”
“Let’s just think for a minute, okay? Try to sober up for one minute. This is nuts.”
“So what? We’re all a little nuts.”
“You and I haven’t talked in a year. Not since that night.”
“I know. I loved that night. And I hated that night.”
Chris meets my eyes. “I know.” He holds the hair back from his face and sighs. “What are you really doing here, Blythe?”
