Damian
"Uncle Damian!”
Hearing James’ shrill call of my title, granted to be because of Page, I frown, dropping the beer I have just taken from the fridge with only a half sip and hurried towards the sound of his voice. The front entrance.
A developing nag inside me with each passing second.
We just had a very strained atmosphere around us as we had a fun outdoor meal in the backyard for James. His mother thinned her lips at every word we all spoke and plastered what could never pass for a smile across her mouth. It was almost sinister, her expression.
It fooled nobody besides James who said how nice her smile was. Ruby and Bryan exchanged horrified looks that they then sent my way.
James had been proud of his picture of his family that his kindergarten teacher told him was ‘one of t
