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from his parents, which Lily has given a makeover straight out of
Real Simple
magazine.
“I love what you’ve done, Lily. The mosaics on the backsplash are amazing.”
“Oh, thanks. I did them all myself,” she tells me as she hands me a bottle of water from the fridge dotted with the twin’s artwork.
Of course she did. Lily does things like make mosaics and apple pies and organic baby food. But she’s so damn sweet, you can’t hate her for it.
“Come on, let’s go out back. Brian has been out here all day working on that damn dirt bike of his,” she says, rolling her eyes affectionately. The first time I heard Lily curse was when I knewshe and Brian were going to work out. The sweetness is sincere, but she’s feisty too. “He’s going to be so happy to see you.”
We head to the backyard where the twins run to Brian, screaming, “Daaaadyyyyy” at the top of their lungs. Lily hands him a beer and kisses his forehead. Taking in their easy affection, I look around at the swing set, the trampoline, the white picnic table, and Weber grill perfect for a family of four. It feels like I am stepping into exactly the life I thought I wanted back then, and I feel a quick pang of nostalgia thinking about the road not taken.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in!” Brian comes over, wiping the grease from his hands, right onto his T-shirt. Same old Brian.
“Hi, friend.” We exchange a good squeeze, and somehow I don’t mind that I might end up with motor oil on my T-shirt. Brian immediately starts quizzing me about the drive, work, and my life. I know it’s just a matter of time before he says, “
And the men, Maddy? How are they?
” with a raised eyebrow. Now that he and Lily have settled in so well to married life and parental bliss, they are both determined for me to find the right guy. It’s sweet, but annoying. I do love telling him the stories of what guys are like in LA. We have laughed until we cried over the ridiculous things that are considered “normal” in Hollywood. But he’s still on me about the men I date and refuses to believe there aren’t any “real” guys in the entire city. Hopefully I can ward off the romantic inquisition until after I have had a few glasses of wine at the party.
“So is your mom going to be surprised?”
“Hopefully. The plan is for Matthew to call her to say his Jeep broke down in front of Pete’s Tavern, and ask if she can come pick him up. When she does, we’ll all be there. You guys are coming,right?” I take in Brian’s greasy shirt, realizing I am not the only one who needs to freshen up soon. Although for Brian, freshening up is trading one concert tee for another. I can’t help but think of Craig’s $125 Burberry T-shirts.
“Of course, we wouldn’t miss it. We can all head over together. I just hope no one saw you pull in here. You know the phone tree would spring to life immediately once someone spotted our local celebrity.”
“Oh right, my celebrity status. Don’t worry, daaahling… I’m still the same old Maddy From the Block,” I say with a Rita Hayworth old-Hollywood lilt. “Anyway, I am glad I got to see you before I face the wolves.” A little local Wolf Humor, but not that far-fetched. Once I’m at the party surrounded by my parents and their friends and everyone who’s been “auntie” or “uncle” to me, I will be deluged with questions about my life and demanded to tell my Hollywood tales.
After many fantastic stories from Luke and Liam about four-year-old life in Wolf, I make my excuses and head out. Mike, Matthew, and I agreed to meet at Pete’s Tavern at 1:00 p.m. to go over everything. Since reception is so spotty up here in the mountains, I know better than to keep them waiting. Sure enough, they are standing on the street waiting for me as I pull up to the coffee shop, and my heart soars at the sight of them—my brothers, loyal, irritating, lovable protectors. Mike envelops me in a bear hug before I can even
Real Simple
magazine.
“I love what you’ve done, Lily. The mosaics on the backsplash are amazing.”
“Oh, thanks. I did them all myself,” she tells me as she hands me a bottle of water from the fridge dotted with the twin’s artwork.
Of course she did. Lily does things like make mosaics and apple pies and organic baby food. But she’s so damn sweet, you can’t hate her for it.
“Come on, let’s go out back. Brian has been out here all day working on that damn dirt bike of his,” she says, rolling her eyes affectionately. The first time I heard Lily curse was when I knewshe and Brian were going to work out. The sweetness is sincere, but she’s feisty too. “He’s going to be so happy to see you.”
We head to the backyard where the twins run to Brian, screaming, “Daaaadyyyyy” at the top of their lungs. Lily hands him a beer and kisses his forehead. Taking in their easy affection, I look around at the swing set, the trampoline, the white picnic table, and Weber grill perfect for a family of four. It feels like I am stepping into exactly the life I thought I wanted back then, and I feel a quick pang of nostalgia thinking about the road not taken.
“Well, look what the cat dragged in!” Brian comes over, wiping the grease from his hands, right onto his T-shirt. Same old Brian.
“Hi, friend.” We exchange a good squeeze, and somehow I don’t mind that I might end up with motor oil on my T-shirt. Brian immediately starts quizzing me about the drive, work, and my life. I know it’s just a matter of time before he says, “
And the men, Maddy? How are they?
” with a raised eyebrow. Now that he and Lily have settled in so well to married life and parental bliss, they are both determined for me to find the right guy. It’s sweet, but annoying. I do love telling him the stories of what guys are like in LA. We have laughed until we cried over the ridiculous things that are considered “normal” in Hollywood. But he’s still on me about the men I date and refuses to believe there aren’t any “real” guys in the entire city. Hopefully I can ward off the romantic inquisition until after I have had a few glasses of wine at the party.
“So is your mom going to be surprised?”
“Hopefully. The plan is for Matthew to call her to say his Jeep broke down in front of Pete’s Tavern, and ask if she can come pick him up. When she does, we’ll all be there. You guys are coming,right?” I take in Brian’s greasy shirt, realizing I am not the only one who needs to freshen up soon. Although for Brian, freshening up is trading one concert tee for another. I can’t help but think of Craig’s $125 Burberry T-shirts.
“Of course, we wouldn’t miss it. We can all head over together. I just hope no one saw you pull in here. You know the phone tree would spring to life immediately once someone spotted our local celebrity.”
“Oh right, my celebrity status. Don’t worry, daaahling… I’m still the same old Maddy From the Block,” I say with a Rita Hayworth old-Hollywood lilt. “Anyway, I am glad I got to see you before I face the wolves.” A little local Wolf Humor, but not that far-fetched. Once I’m at the party surrounded by my parents and their friends and everyone who’s been “auntie” or “uncle” to me, I will be deluged with questions about my life and demanded to tell my Hollywood tales.
After many fantastic stories from Luke and Liam about four-year-old life in Wolf, I make my excuses and head out. Mike, Matthew, and I agreed to meet at Pete’s Tavern at 1:00 p.m. to go over everything. Since reception is so spotty up here in the mountains, I know better than to keep them waiting. Sure enough, they are standing on the street waiting for me as I pull up to the coffee shop, and my heart soars at the sight of them—my brothers, loyal, irritating, lovable protectors. Mike envelops me in a bear hug before I can even
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