Page 12 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“I won’t,” her mother said, then let go. “Let’s go let the waves wash over our toes. I have to say I’m kind of jealous you’re here.”

“Come visit whenever you want.”

“We will, but we’ll give you time to figure out this grand plan too.”

She laughed. She might need the time, considering how slow her new boss seemed to be.

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GOOD HANDS

“What are you doing with your family today?” Coy asked Spencer the next morning.

His best friend came in around nine last night while he’d been watching TV, walked into his kitchen, snagged a beer, and joined him on the couch.

They didn’t talk, just watched the baseball game, and then both went to bed.

That’s what he loved about Spencer. There was no need for them to entertain the other. They were as comfortable together as they were apart.

Spencer grabbed the coffee that had just been brewed under Coy’s coffee station. One of his splurges. His brothers said he was bougie. He said he liked the finer things in life.

“No clue,” Spencer said. “It’s nice to see my parents, but I don’t need to run around and be entertained on the island I’ve visited enough for years. I know where everything is and what to do.”

Coy laughed. “I doubt they are going to want to spend any time in the casino.”

Where he and Spencer normally ended up on those visits for a few hours.

“No,” Spencer said. “At least not during the day. They were talking about going to Cape Cod. The last thing I want to do is fly here and then run around and sightsee. I’d rather chill out and relax, but it’s not as if Angel’s apartment is big enough or has a nice spot for it.”

“Come here,” he said.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“I said come here. Hang out here. I’m going to my parents for the day. Call everyone and tell them to have a cookout here. I won’t intrude.”

“My parents won’t feel right about that,” Spencer said. “They will think they are kicking you out of your house.”

He laughed. “Seriously. I don’t give a shit. You know that.”

“I know,” Spencer said. “Let me give them a call. If you’re really okay with it?”

“Do I ever joke about this shit?”

“No,” Spencer said.

Coy got up and went to the kitchen to make another coffee while Spencer went out on the deck to call his parents. No reason for him to listen in. He didn’t care all that much.

When he was back in the living room with his coffee and ESPN on watching sports highlights, Spencer returned.

“What did they say?”

“They loved the idea and hoped they’d at least get to see you.”

“Sure,” he said. “Whatever works. I’m going to my parents’ house around noon. They can come over at any point. Make yourself at home. You know where everything is. Use what you want too. You do anyway, so pass that on.”

“My mother said she and Angel would run to the store and get food for a cookout. I told her to just get the basics, that you had everything else needed here.”

“Good,” he said. “Now that that is settled, come sit and tell me what is on your mind that you didn’t want to say last night.”

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