I hugged Einar before returning downstairs. He seemed happy, and I was eager for us being best friends again. When I arrived, Uncle Anders and grandpa were carrying the steaks inside as rain began falling.
With six people eating, we pulled the table away from the wall. Behind, Einar and I sat on the wooden bench against the wall. Mom sat in dad's normal seat while grandma and grandpa were sitting where she and I normally sit. That left the chair opposite mom, where Einar usually sat, to Uncle Anders.
Everyone was supposed to grab their own steak, so I picked out one for me and one for Einar. I added mashed potatoes, pan seared mushrooms, and green beans to his plate. Knowing he loves A1 sauce, I pushed the bottle near his plate.
It's not that I think A1 is bad, I just think steak is enough without it. When we were younger, we once stayed at our teammates' house overnight to be taken to a tournament game. Their parents cooked steak for breakfast, saying we needed a great meal before the game. It was the first and only time I've ever had steak for breakfast.
They also used A1 and told us we should try it ourselves. I liked the taste, but Einar loved it. He won't eat a steak now without it.
Uncle Anders saw the bottle and begged him to try the steak first before using it. Dad always hated that Einar used A1 and cursed our teammates' parents for giving it to us back then.
I once went through a phase of eating steak with soy sauce. I don't remember how I discovered it, but I tried it and loved it for a while. Dad put a stop to that after a few times. He would only harass us, but I gave up on it while Einar never changed.
Sometimes I wonder if he wanted to antagonize dad. I realize he can't change being gay, but there were other things he did which pissed dad off too. But he didn't stop them either.
Einar agreed and decided the steak was great on its own. Who knows if he actually felt that way, or was just appeasing Uncle Anders. These were better steaks than dad bought for Einar and me, though.
Since he didn't like us using sauces, dad always said he wouldn't waste a good steak on us. He always bought him and mom T-Bone steaks, but bought the cheapest steaks he could for Einar and me.
These, though, were porterhouse steaks. It was so good. Dad only ever used salt and pepper when making his steaks, but it felt like there were more flavors here.
There was so much food to eat. Uncle Anders makes his mashed potatoes with the skins in there. I wasn't a fan, but I ate it all so as not to upset him.
After eating, we all sat in the family room and watched the Red Wings. None of us are boisterous fans. We all just sat there and watched, mostly in silence. Occasionally, if there was a mistake by one of our players, Einar would get angry and rant. Other times, he would comment that they should fire a player if they made a simple mistake.
He is still so passionate about hockey. Thank god he wasn't a general manager. He would fire everyone before the season ended. It made me laugh.
In bed that night, I wondered what Einar was thinking as he lay in his bed while the television played in the background. He was still wearing the neck collar and didn't look comfortable.
The next morning, Uncle Anders wanted to take us to brunch. Walking inside, I felt people looking at Einar. Some spoke softly to their family or friends, and I figured they were guessing what was wrong with Einar.
On the way out, I watched Einar bump into several empty chairs and tables. Mom told him he was possibly still dizzy from the concussion. It made sense, so we just continued.
After Uncle Anders left, mom asked me to give Einar all his homework from the week. The only homework I didn't have was for his accounting class. I took drafting and didn't feel like going to the business classes wing of the school. Well, it's more like three classrooms in a hallway. But they are the only classrooms upstairs on the gym and pool side of the building.
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Memories, Scars, and Survival
Teen FictionIdentical twins, Einar and Eirik Vidarsson, attempt to handle high school, their sexualities, and deep family secrets that have driven them a part. While Einar wrestles with the aftermath of abuse and his internal struggle to trust anyone, Eirik con...