Still laughing, he shakes his head at me as we continue the hike back.
When we finally reach the car, all of us are a mess, wet and covered in mud. I grab one of the towels that is in the back of the Range Rover and attempt to clean myself off, but at this point, most of the mud has dried and is now a hard, crusty matting on my clothes and face. Not wanting to drive all the back in these clothes, I ask Jase if he brought any extra. He tells me that Mark keeps a bag full of clean clothes in the back for when he goes to the gym. I reach in, grab his gym bag, and pull out a t-shirt and athletic pants, along with a dry pair of socks. I wouldn’t think twice about changing in front of Jase, but I tell Mark and Ryan to go sit in the front so that I can change. Mark laughs at me, but gets in the car along with Ryan. I quickly strip out of my soggy clothes and Jase hands me the clean ones. Once I am good to go, I hop into the back seat and snuggle up tightly with Jase to try and warm up.
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After everyone has showered and cleaned up, we all sit around the living room and tune into the Washington vs. Colorado football game. Mark throws a few logs of wood into the fireplace, and I go to get a bottle of wine from the kitchen. Mark and I have the same taste in wine, so we decide to share a bottle while the other two drink beer.
“What kind of pizza do you want, Candace?” Ryan hollers to me from the other room.
While I am opening the wine I shout back, “I don’t care. I’ll eat anything at this point.”
As I walk back in with the wine and two glasses, Ryan is on his cell ordering dinner, and Jase is already finishing his first beer and watching the pre-game show on TV. We sit around, talking about our day and begin planning our next hike and the other trails we want to explore.
After a couple hours and way too much pizza, I lie back on the couch and laugh at Jase who has had a few too many beers and is screaming at the TV at a penalty call. Enjoying the entertainment of his theatrics, I hear my phone ring from the kitchen. Before I can get off the couch, Jase runs in and answers it with an obnoxious slur. When I stand up, he is walking my way, holding the phone out and mouthing ‘I’m sorry’ to me.
“Who is it?” I whisper as I take the phone from his hands, and he quietly says, “Your mother.”
I walk out to the back patio when I finally say, “Hi, Mom.”
“Jesus, Candace! I have been trying to get ahold of you for over a week. Why haven’t you returned any of my calls?”
“Sorry, I’ve been busy and I guess a little distracted lately.” Truth is, I have been purposely avoiding her calls. Thanksgiving is this Thursday, and she loves putting on a show at the country club. God knows the woman would never lift a finger in the kitchen, so for my whole life, every holiday dinner has been at the club.
“Well, your father and I were wondering when you were coming home?”
“Umm . . . I have a lot of schoolwork to get done, so I won’t have much time,” I lie. “What time are the reservations for?”
“That’s it? You are just going to come for dinner? We haven’t seen you in three months!”
Why does she do this? She always wants me to call her and visit her, but when I do, all she does is criticize me. “Mom, I’m really pressed for time, plus I am not sure when I have to work.” Another lie.
“Well, that’s just great! I had invited the Anderson’s over for brunch Saturday morning. Now, I will have to rudely cancel.”
My heart skips a beat when I question loudly, “Why would you do that, Mother?”
“What do you mean?”
“Mom! I haven’t spoken with Jack in months.” God, I hate saying his name. My stomach is knotting up just talking about this. But what the hell is she thinking? Why would she invite his parents over and just assume I was involved with that asshole?
“Well, what happened?”
“Nothing, Mom. We just didn’t have anything in common.”
“So, you ruin yet another possible relationship. What did you say to him?”
“Of course this is my fault, right?” I yell at her. “You are unbelievable, Mother!”
“I just have to wonder why, at the age of twenty-two, you have yet to meet anyone.” Her voice is like ice to me, and I lose it.
“Why does it matter? Why do you even care? I wish you would show as much interest in me as you do my non-existent dating life.” My voice is harsh and loud.
“Candace. Please. This is so childish of you to always yell at me when you don’t like what I have to say. I’m just concerned, that’s all.”
“Well, Jack’s a fucking asshole! I’ll see you Wednesday, Mother,” I spit out then hang up before I give her a chance to respond. God, she drives me absolutely crazy.