2. Airplanes.
We're moving to England.
Grandpa Fletcher falls ill and it's the last drop that spills the glass. Suddenly, is as if the universe wants us to move out of this town we've lived in for years. The universe or destiny or karma or any of that superstitious nonsense.
Probabilities are, though, that this would happen sooner or later.
It became obvious when Candace went to University Collage London and Linda got a call from a British record company looking to sign a deal, which triggered Lawrence's midlife crisis which leads us to where we are now.
On an airplane to London.
Chelsea, London. The place where I was born. I cannot say I dislike the idea.
But then I turn to look at Phineas sitting by my side in the window seat and it's hard. It's hard for me to watch him slouch morosely in his seat, shoulders practically touching his ears. It's hard for me to feel happy about moving when I'm watching my brother leave behind the place in which he grew up without complaint because it is what the family wanted.
It's hard for me to understand why Phineas tries to smile and tells me he will be fine. He is not fine.
Today is his sixteenth birthday.
Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now.