Days like this were days I admired Mr. Wilson for what he did for this community. I could only imagine the monetary sacrifices he made to start this place and to keep it going. I refused to fail him. But as I circled the massive number in front of me in red ink and compared it to the yearly budget we had set forth, I sighed.

I’d have to take a pay cut of over five thousand for the rest of the year just to make it work.

THREE

Everett

“So exciting. You boys usually do Sunday dinner on your own,” my mother said.

“Well, sometimes we like to switch things up. You know us,” Cash said.

“Don’t I know it. Every time I turn around you boys are switching something around with the business. Calling us up at all hours of the night to run another idea by us,” my father said.

All of us looked around the table at one another as my parents sat. It was true. Sunday dinners had evolved into myself and the rest of my brothers sitting down and sharing a meal together. Mostly because Sunday evenings were always the evenings Mom and Dad took time to themselves. Growing up, my parents did a very good job drawing lines between taking care of us, taking care of their business, and taking care of themselves. Friday nights were spent as a family, Saturday nights were spent dealing with emergency business proceedings, and Sunday nights were spent between the two of them. Sometimes Dad would take Mom out, or sometimes they’d make a day of it and go into town. They set a beautiful example of how to juggle their lives, which meant Sunday evenings were for us brothers to bond and basically get into trouble.

“I took your mother to the spa today,” my father said.

“Did you rob him blind, Mom?” Flynn asked, grinning.

“You know I always do,” she said.

“What’d you have done? I thought you looked like you were glowing. I was about to ask if you were pregnant again,” Drew said.

“Pregnant? At my age? My gosh, I’d be crying,” Mom said.

“You’d look radiant either way,” Drew said.

“Kiss up,” Cayden said, smirking.

“Hey. Mom deserves compliments. So, what all did you do at the spa?” Lucas asked. Anything to stall them from the inevitable conversation we were about to have.

“Well, your father and I got a couple’s massage. Then I went on to get a facial, a mani-pedi, and I also got my hair done.”

“You had some waxing done as well, right?” my father asked.

“Holy hell,” I groaned.

“Hey! You boys asked,” my mother said.

“And while your mother was pampering herself, I walked over to the cigar lounge and enjoyed myself,” my father said.

“He smelled like smoke all through lunch.”

“But it was a great lunch, wasn’t it?”

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at one another,” Cash said.

“Well, when you find a woman you want to spend the rest of your life with, sometimes you have to roll with the punches,” my father said.

“Or the pounds,” my mother said.

“Oh. My. Fuck. I’m done,” I said.

“Way to go, Dad,” Lucas said.

“Seriously? You’re cheering that on? They’re talking about their sex life at the dinner table,” I said.

“Hey. It should give you hope, Everett. Most people our age don’t have the hip power to have sex,” my father said.

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