“Cal has a key. I’ll text him to grab her stuff and take her for a sleepover with Khia. He won’t mind.”
Back at the house, we both quickly packed a bag, and Paisley changed out of her damp clothes. So I took a minute to update the family group chat, since they’d been bombing my phone for the last half hour.
ME:
We’re ducking out for the night. Paisley’s worn out.
Messages flooded in almost immediately.
MAMA:
I’ll bring leftovers over tomorrow! Give her a hug for me.
POPS:
Take care of our girl.
JULES:
Is she okay? Are you okay? That was a bombshell Khia dropped, and I love the girl to bits, but she doesn’t have a filter.
Like you. But I didn’t bother opening that can of worms.
ME:
Leftovers are great, Ma, thanks. She’s okay, just processing a lot.
My phone chimed again, but it was a private text from Cal. Smart man.
CAL:
grey, i’m so sorry about what khia said. i had no idea she’d go there. i didn’t even know she remembered pais was married before
is she doing okay? really okay? how are you holding up?
khia and i have had a few chats about paisley and appropriate comments so it shouldn’t happen again. kids should come with a manual
but seriously brother i’m here if you need me. say the word i’m there
ME:
Don’t worry about it. Kids will be kids. We’re taking a quick trip to Oregon tonight. Can you take Rosie to your place for a sleepover?
CAL:
oregon? wow
i’ve got you. let me know if there’s anything else
happy birthday big bro
I clicked my phone off as Paisley came down the stairs. While tonight was far from any family barbecue I’d imagined, I wasn’t totally mad about it. Khia, bless her spunky spirit and button nose, had every Satterfield man wrapped around her finger. I couldn’t be upset with the munchkin. Despite the lack of finesse, she’d backed us into a conversation we should have had sooner.
What came next? Well, I couldn’t think that far ahead.
For now, we were Oregon bound.
Chapter twenty-two