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Every glass and mirrored surface in my momâs high-rise condo was sparkling by the time I finished rushing around with a spray bottle. My boyfriendâs best friend, Murphy, was seated on the leather couch flicking between a football and a hockey game on TV. The party was about to start and I hadnât even changed yet, so I handed him the broom. âMurph, a little help? Please and thank you.â
Despite the fact that his focus didnât leave the television, he heaved his giant frame off the couch and half-heartedly pushed the broom over the hardwood floors as I quickly fluffed the throw pillows and stashed one of my textbooks under the couch. The original plan was to celebrate Trevorâs twenty-first birthday party up in Britannia Beach on the actual date, but then I got the bright idea to push it two weeks earlier and host it in Vancouver so he would be surprised. Too bad I didnât factor into account that Iâd have two papers due, a group project, and an exam while I was trying to plan everything. Sleep is overrated anyway, right?
âThe place is already spotless, Deri.â Murphy said. âItâs not like Trevor cares what it looks like.â
âThe thirty other people who are about to show up will.â The doorbell rang right on cue.
Trevorâs sister Kailyn, who was blowing up balloons at the dining table, sprung up and answered the door for me. It was her dad, so she gave him a hug around his waist.
âHi everyone.â Jim Maverty waved, removed his jacket and shoes, then crossed the room and sat down on the couch to watch the game Murphy had left on. He wasnât an overly chatty guy and social gatherings werenât really his thing. He only came down to Vancouver from Britannia Beach for special occasions.
âMom!â I hollered down the hall towards her bedroom as I turned the stereo system on for background music. âJimâs here.â
âOkay, Iâll be right out.â
My best friend, Sophie, was helping my granddad prepare the hors dâoeuvres in the kitchen. She had moved back home from New York at the end of December after the off-Broadway play sheâd been singing in ended its run. Her boyfriend, Doug asked her to move in with him in Los Angeles, but she hadnât yet because he was on a world tour with his band and wouldnât be back for another three months. In the meantime she was living at her parentsâ house in Squamish and working as a waitress in Whistler, which she wasnât crazy about. I tugged the loose braid sheâd woven her long black hair into. âMmm, that bruschetta smells amazing.â I popped a spinach, tomato, and feta-covered piece of bread into my mouth. âIt tastes amazing too. Thanks for helping with the food. Youâre a life-saver.â
âIâve been doing more eating than helping. Your grandpa did most of the work.â She dumped half a bottle of barbecue sauce over a dish of chicken wings.
It had been over a month since Iâd seen Granddad because I had been swamped with school work. Originally, when I had decided to stay in Vancouver and attend the same school as Trevor, I had hoped to go up to Britannia Beach on weekends to visit Granddad, Sophie, and Kailyn, but finding the time turned out to be harder than I thought it would be. Going from seeing him every day for my entire life to less than once a month made me sad. I hugged him and kissed his cheek. âThanks, Granddad. Iâve missed you.â