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An Unexpected Reunion

"This would have broken Grandma's heart," I said.

My cousin Shane and I sat beside each other at my grandmother's dining room table, watching in horror as our family engaged in a screaming match. We'd returned from Grandma's funeral earlier that afternoon, and what was supposed to have been a quiet dinner had devolved into one of the ugliest arguments I'd ever seen. My aunts and uncles, joined by several cousins, hurled accusations along with threats to contest Grandma's will. I looked at my dad, who was unsuccessfully trying to play peacekeeper. His face was still ashen with grief; at the graveside service, he'd broken down weeping. As he now pleaded for calm, my mom wisely stayed quiet. While she had adored Grandma, I knew she wasn't crazy about the rest of Dad's family.

"This is disgraceful," Shane muttered. Turning toward him, I saw his face flush deeper with anger. "Want to get out of here, Garnet?"

I raised my eyebrows at the suggestion but didn't hesitate to say, "Absolutely." When we pushed back our chairs and stood, Mom gave me a questioning look. I pointed to myself and then Shane before mouthing, "We're leaving." She immediately understood. I half-expected her to urge us to stay, but she only nodded, her lips pursed in a grim line.

No one else noticed Shane and I leave the room. He and I didn't speak until we were outside and heading toward his car. "That was fucking shameful!" he finally blurted, no longer able to contain his disgust. I took a deep ...

... breath while the tension eased from my muscles; I hadn't realized how rigidly I'd been sitting at that table. Shane moved to open the passenger door of his car for me, as if he and I were on a date. The gesture brought a faint smile to my lips. "There's not much to do in this town," he said, "but the hotel where I'm staying has a bar."

"Sounds perfect." I'd just turned twenty-one the month before, so being able to order a drink was still a novel experience. And God knew I needed a drink at that moment. Shane was staying at the hotel since Grandma's small house was already packed with family who'd arrived for the funeral. Her passing was a shock to all of us. She'd seemed to be in perfect health up to the night she passed away in her sleep. My grandfather had passed many years before, and I had few memories of him.

As Shane drove toward the hotel, I sensed the fury radiating from him. He was in his late twenties, and he was also my favorite cousin. Growing up, I'd seen him and his parents only during holidays at Grandma's, but I vividly remembered how kind and funny he always was. As an only child, I'd enjoyed pretending he was my older brother. Now that I was in college and he was busy with his career, we kept in touch mainly via social media, and I often found myself wishing we were closer.

"You know what pisses me off the most?" Shane went on as he pulled into the hotel parking lot. "My parents were right in the middle of all that, carrying on like children. And they ...