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when Remi has an encounter that turns deadly, Maeve and Eliana do everything they can to protect their sister.
I only see my sisters for holidays, graduations, and the rare Finch family medical emergency. This is on purpose—
we’re indifferent to one another, which I sometimes think is worse.
My parents are hippies. Weed-smoking, Birkenstock-wearing free spirits who sold my childhood home the minute my dad retired, used the money to buy an RV, and took off across the United States and parts of Canada.
I ended up
community manager for Warp, a popular online video game company.
my old college
roommate Tasha.
who fundraised over $4 million to launch Soft Cat Interactive in Seattle—handed me a shiny new job offer on a plate.
I appreciate Tasha’s offer, but I don’t see myself packing up and leaving San Jose.
I brought ten cans of prescription dog food but forgot sunscreen.
My parents booked five sites in a row for the long weekend, near a bathroom that’s tucked among the trees. I sag with relief when I spot that squat brick building.
Unless the numbers have changed, we’re two campsites short. Meaning an unlucky few will be grouping up.
The last time I was in the same room—or general space, indoor or outdoor, breathing the same air—with the both of them was at my college graduation. Seven years ago.
I love my parents, even if they’re weird and embarrassing. Against all odds, they’ve stuck together for forty years,
Before my parents sold the house and became transient seniors, we lived outside Eureka,
I’m not known for well-informed decision-making.
free spirit hippie parents who don’t understand student loan debt and the importance of a decent credit score.
my parents doing shrooms.
they did once, when I was in high school. On my prom night.
“It’s my anniversary weekend, and I want you three girls to get along.
Remember that this is
three-way street we’re talking about. I’m not the issue.”
the three of us have never gotten along, and despite my mom’s delusions, I don’t expect that to change this weekend.
I almost wish we’d had some big fight, something I could point to as the reason for why we fell apart, but the truth is that we were never together to begin with.
Maeve’s always been Dad’s favorite.
And our mom’s always loved Eliana slightly more than the rest of us.
impossible for me to ever catch up.
Eliana has always had an irrational fear of flying. If you ask me, I think she has an irrational fear of any situation where she can’t be in complete control.
her smile is wider, more joyful, than the one she wore when I arrived.
It’s just a long weekend, I remind myself, barely seventy-two hours.
Eliana’s
a judgmental shrew.
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The smile on her face freezes as she spots me over Mom’s shoulder.
Aunt Lindy, my dad’s sister.
Mom’s best friend forever—and maid of honor—Salli
Grandma Helen and her younger lover, Bill,
“Juliet!
Aunt Lindy
“Damien and Andrew,”
her brother and his husband.
Eliana always has some barb, some criticism, tucked into her pocket, and she’s nothing if not patient, waiting for the perfect time to strike and make me feel like crap.
“The cousins from Nevada,”
Jim Moran was my dad’s best friend growing up, and their son, Guy, was inescapable.
Jim and Barbara,
My uncle Rico passed away a decade ago during a hunting accident, and he was an avid gun collector.
it goes without saying that my hippie parents were deeply unenthused that their brother-in-law loved firearms,
story—I was
