Quickly storing the lawnmower in the garage, I made my way inside where I found my parents putting the finishing touches on dinner. I went to set the table, earning a thankful smile from both of them, and it wasn't much longer until the four of us were seated around the table chowing down on roast chicken and mashed potatoes. I hardly paid attention to what our parents were saying, thanks to Elayne's leg repeatedly shifting over to bump into mine combined with the knowledge of what we were going to be doing later.
Once dinner was over, we ended up playing a game of Scrabble as a family, although I could hardly focus on the game and was too self-conscious to play all the inappropriate words that came to mind. At one point I even had "incest," which felt like a horribly accurate coincidence
