The weather cools, but despite my apprehensions, our relationship doesn't. We settle into a routine that works as well as possible, talking every day, sending occasional letters and pictures.
As Thanksgiving approaches, the dreaded question of families and holidays looms on the horizon. Instead of waiting for him to bring it up, I decide to take the lead.
Before we hang up one night, I say, "Hey… I was wondering if you could have Thanksgiving up here? Rose and Emmett host every year…"
"That sounds awesome, baby. You're sure they won't mind?"
"'Course not. And… you can meet my parents."
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
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Ohhhhh the parents. That is gonna a be a bit awkward for Edward no?
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