You Belong to Me – 4

 

 

“You’ve been grumbling?” Phil said, dropping into the chair beside the sofa. “Never. You’re the definition of the bluebird of happiness.”

 

Corey rolled his eyes. “I suspect that would be you.”

 

“Yeah, now that I think about it, it would be. Let’s see, Kerry’s the eagle because he’s a hunter, and you”—Phil tapped his chin pensively—“you’re an owl?”

 

“Wise and logical?”

 

“Debatable on the wise, but yeah, you’ve always approached everything logically, and you’re a perfectionist.”

 

“Is that a bad thing?”

 

“Not at all, little brother. Not at all. That said, Mom told me to let you all know dinner is almost ready, so….”

 

“We should help her get it on the table,” Corey replied.

 

“Yep, and then feast to our heart’s content on barbecue.”

 

“One family tradition I really love,” Kerry said, getting up. “How much did Dad order this time?”

 

Phil laughed. “With my help, enough to feed an advancing army.”

 

“Oh boy, you’ll have to roll me home.”

 

“Nope,” Jena said, grinning, “I’ll make you walk home, pacing you with the car.”

 

“She would too,” Kerry grumbled. Pulling her to her feet, he hugged her, then with his hands on her shoulders, he steered her into the dining room.

 

Corey watched their interplay wistfully for a moment. Maybe, someday….