Grandmother met us at the Burlington airport, a big smile on her face and her arms open for a hug. With a squeal of delight, my sister rushed toward her, but i held back. Public displays of affection were okay for girls, I guessed, but not for guys.
After all, i'd be thirteen soon--- way too old for that kind of silly stuff. After giving Corey a big hug, Grandmother turned to me. "Just look at you, Travis. You've shot up since Christmas. How tall are you?"
I shrugged. "About five six, maybe seven. Not all that tall. There's a guy in my class who's already six feet."
"I'm almost as tall as Travis," Corey put in, never one to be left out. "And im a whole year younger."
While Corey chattered about the plane ride from New York, Grandmother led us to the baggage claim. We grabbed our suitcases and headed for the parking lot. The late-afternoon air was cool and the sky was blue, a change from the heat and humidity we'd left in the city.
"Welcome to Vermont." Grandmother opened the door of a shiny red pickup truck. "Toss your luggage in the back and climb aboard."
Corey jumped in beside Grandmother, and i squeezed in by the door.
"So do you think you'll be able to stand being away from your parents for a whole summer?" Grandmother asked.
My sister and I looked at each other and grinned.
"We'll miss them a little," Corey said, "but we're used to summers away from home."
Grandmother smiled. "I'm glad you chose the inn instead of a camp."
