twenty-three

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⌜ chapter twenty-three ⌟


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Eric makes his way back into the kitchen from the backyard with his dad following right behind him. "That's the last bag, the car's all loaded." The teenager says as he walks up beside Letty and rests his hand on the small of her back.

"Yeah, I guess this is it." Mr. Matthews says as he walks over to his wife.

"Oh, guys, you're sure you can't stay for breakfast?" His mom asks as his dad wraps his arms around her from behind. "I could fix you both an omelet. Toast, pancakes, muffins...pizza."

"Ma, you just want us to stay till the freezer's empty, don't you?" Eric asks, and his dad nods.

"Does it show?" She smiles, and Letty chuckles.

"Just 'cause I know you."

"Don't forget to say goodbye to your brother." Mr. Matthews tells him.

"Oh, I didn't see him this morning." Eric says.

"He slept on the couch." His dad explains, and his eyebrows furrow. "Yeah, he's pretty embarrassed about last night."

"I gotta tell him there's nothing to be embarrassed about." He kisses the side of Letty's head and then starts out of the kitchen. "Hey, Cor! Come on, get up. Your brother's leaving." He says as the four of them make their way into the living room. He pulls the blanket back and finds that Cory isn't asleep on the couch like they thought he was.

"Oh, he said he was gonna go to the park to say goodbye to Topanga. Maybe he already left." Mrs. Matthews says, and Letty rests her hand on Eric's back when she sees how disappointed he looks.

"Uh, yeah, you know, um... Just, uh, tell him goodbye and give him a hug for me." He says as he looks up at his dad.

"Now, Eric, I mean..." Mr. Matthews starts. "We'll hug him, but I don't think that's gonna make Cory feel any better."

"I'm just going off to college. I mean, I'm still his brother."

"Eric, now, it's, you know, just going off to college. Then it's gonna be, oh, just getting married, just having kids. But you know that you will never be the same brothers you were upstairs, sharing that room." He tells him.

"I'm the older brother." Eric turns and walks around the couch. "It's not my fault I'm the older brother."

"Yes, but it's not Cory's fault that he's the younger brother, who never understood why your buddies and your girlfriends always seemed to be more important to you than him." His mom says as she walks around the couch as well.

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