TELLING THE PARENTS

It was awkward.

I mean, I expected it to be awkward but I hadn't really grasped just how awkward it would be.

We sat at the dining table.

I sat beside Tristan directly opposite Aunt Sarah and Uncle Victor.

Aunt Sarah kept fussing with the place mats on the table and kept rearranging and arranging the

flowers in the vase before her.

Uncle Victor sat very still and was very quiet as he studied Tristan too intently.

Bridgette and May stood at attention behind us as if they were bodyguards.

I really wished that they would sit down because I could just imagine Bridgette staring daggers into

the back of my head, silently blaming me for this. It made me more nervous than I already was.

"So..." I begun, deciding to break the ice.

I stopped, realising I actually didn't know what to say.

I looked at Tristan but he just stayed silent instead of helping me.

Sure I had told him I would do all the talking but since when did he actually get good at listening to

me?

I looked back at Uncle Victor an