The Cabin Calculation: A Pine Ridge Holiday Romance
Highlights
Welcome to Pine Ridge! The old torn sign on the door says. And then right underneath in bold red letters “CLOSED. Come again!”
“Yeah, well, some people want to have kids, but they don’t want to be parents. Mine made that abundantly clear.”
Okay, two possible scenarios, either she wants a private moment with Toni, or she wants me to take care of Mitch the old fashioned way in the back yard. I settle on the first, although I’m not certain she’d be displeased if I landed on the second.
“You-you don’t remember? On Snapchat? The summer after graduation? I was leaving for the UofA the following week and sent you a photo of me holding up a whiteboard with “you’re my nucleus” written on it, labeled with your name and me as the electron?”
You need to take better care of your car, Charlie. You need to protect your oral health, Charlie. You need to make eye-contact, Charlie. You need to hug people back, Charlie. Ask people detailed questions about their lives, Charlie. Stop looking so disinterested, Charlie. You’re making them uncomfortable, Charlie. Charlie. Charlie.
“You’re going to be such a little heartbreaker,” Aunt Marlaina says as she bends over to pat Jake, who is all of two years old, on his head.
Historically speaking, every hour with Aunt M has resulted in at least an hour of therapy though, so the longer this goes, the more expensive everything else gets.
“Oh, but why, sweetheart? Cancer’s been cured. Those scientists are just greedy.”
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Finally (x2), I owe the last few years of my life to my beloved escitalopram and my incredible therapist. Thank you, modern medicine, and thank you, little white pill that keeps my brain from going haywire.
