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It was true. I knew from her phone call that she and Gramps would visit for Thanksgiving. But with most communication with the family broken down, I had no idea they would arrive the weekend before Thanksgiving. So, when I got up on Monday morning and heard the entire family’s voices in the kitchen, I just walked into the bathroom without bothering to knock, and found myself face to face with Grandma. I stood there in all my morning-glory, wearing nothing but my trunks which, thanks to Tess, were elastic and form fitting. So form fitting and elastic, they showed off perfectly what was waiting underneath and all that was left to her imagination was the skin tone.

“When was the last time any of you saw him naked?” Granny asked.

“A little over two years ago. Why?” Claire said, now suddenly eager and interested. Figures.

“What, when he was thirteen!? Does the rest of him look like a thirteen-year-old? Why would you think that part wouldn’t grow like the rest of his body!? This makes no sense!” Granny asked, irritated. I kind of wanted to kiss her. But then again, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what else she may had in mind if I actually did it.

“Well ... we... ” Claire stammered.

“Why are you looking at them now, like they’d be able to answer this for you!? Claire, I love you, but, frankly, you and Aaron fucked up! I don’t know how you could let it come to this, but I really hope you’ll find a way to fix this!” Granny finished.

“Still doesn’t change the fact that he’s not interested!” Logan threw in. “It’s not like we’re ignoring him, he doesn’t want conversations with us. He doesn’t want to spend time with us. He doesn’t meet up with friends, doesn’t join any clubs or teams ... Maybe it’s Asperger’s or something.”

“Really, Logan? Accusing your brother of having autism because he doesn’t like you and your friends?” Aunt Danielle asked, in a lazy and tired voice.

“He doesn’t seem to have any problem talking with me. When we talked on the phone on his birthday, he actually seemed happy to hear from me.” Granny added, objecting to Logan’s theory.

“Yeah, on the phone, Granny. How many words have you two had in person since you arrived? Just wait ‘till we’re back, I’ll ask him if he wants to join us for a movie or something. You’ll see.” he assured her.

And there it was yet again. Logan’s talent for making people believe that their bullshit actions are perfectly justifiable. I could guess what he had planned. He would undoubtedly try to piss me off in some unobvious but surefire way, so I’d give him a reaction that would prove his claim. As much as I would love to prove him wrong by controlling myself, he knew too damn well how to press my buttons. My only chance would be to spend the rest of the week away from them. It wouldn’t expose his bullshit by proving him wrong, but at least it also wouldn’t prove him right.

Seeing as they would have to wait until they can test Logan’s theory, the conversation derailed and they slowly joined Ava, Aaron and Grandpa Mike. I closed the remote connection to John’s phone.

I took out my phone and texted Tess, reminding her of her promise to teach me things. Tess was with her family for Thanksgiving, but she was going to be back on Saturday morning. I picked Tess up at the airport with a bouquet of flowers, and we basically spent the entire weekend in bed, with her thoroughly teaching me everything she could think of. On Sunday evening, as I was about to leave for my own bed, she gave me an assignment.

“You know, Baby, as long as you don’t ever try to shove that battering ram of yours into them like you do for me, you really shouldn’t have any problems picking up some girl your own age.”

“And who says I even want to pick one of them up when I can have you?” I asked, before giving her a light kiss.