We all stepped into the trailer so we could be bombarded with another round of welcomes; this time from Mrs Braun. “Welcome home, Catherine.”
“Hi Mom,” Catherine said. “Thanks for having us.”
“Of course hon,” her mom hugged her and moved onto me. “Clark. It’s good to see you.” She wrapped her arms around me. Catherine’s father was tall for a Little; her mom was shorter than average. Catherine split the difference.
I hugged her back. “You too, Irene.” When we were dating, Catherine and I looked through some of her old family photos. I legitimately thought the hottie in the picture was Catherine with her hair dyed blonde and that the infant in her lap was some random cousin. Turns out that was one of Catherine’s first baby pictures.
“Let’s talk about what we’re doing together this week,” Catherine’s dad started. “Got a lot planned. I was thinking about doing some donuts out in Chester’s Field.” He looked at me. “I’ll even let Clark work the pedals.”
Because nothing says ‘family bonding’ like your father-in-law shouting ‘Gas it!’ and ‘BRAAAAAAKE!’ for close to an hour. “Why do I have to work the pedals?”
