Chapter 12: A WASP world
Pittsburg, Day 3
I don't have to attend every argument I'm invited to.
Author Unknown
Justin spent the day at the funeral house and at his grandmother's. He was extremely uncomfortable, so was his mum. All those years and it was at a moment like this that his grandmother remembered they even existed. When Justin was a kid, he thought that his mother and her in-laws got along very well. There were diners and brunches and even holidays together. It's only after the divorce that things appeared to be strained between Jennifer and her mother-in-law. Justin didn't really try to understand, he dismissed it as a woman thing; at least consciously. Deep inside, he couldn't help but blame himself. It took him some time to finally accept that his relatives got along because of the circumstances. When everything between his parents was fine or at least seemed to be, everything was well in the happily never ending WASP world. They were the poster family for traditional successful households. But as soon as Jennifer held her ground, left her husband and joined the Liberty Avenue crowd, the war was declared. His grandma blamed her ex-daughter-in-law for not seen her granddaughter more often -strangely she never complained about not seen her grandson-, as if Jennifer was purposefully keeping Molly away –no one could blame Jennifer for that-, she blamed Justin for keeping bad company –even though she never met any of them- and for bringing his mother into a bad circle that would negatively influenced her and Molly…
So, when Justin got stuck at his grandparents' house with his mother, he didn't complain. He didn't really care for them or their opinion; though he was sorry they had to bury their only son. He and his mother let his grandmother validate every decision. It wasn't really their place to decide any longer anyway. He was there to support his mother, nothing more; his mother who strangely was supposed to lead her ex-husband to his final resting place. Why wasn't his girlfriend doing that?
Justin would never understand all the ropes behind the WASP world.
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When he came back to the loft, Brian was already there, working on his laptop. He lay down on the bed. He was drained. But when Brian offered to go out, see the guys and relax around a drink, the blond accepted without a thought. He'll have plenty of time to rest once the funeral was over. Something good had to come out of that hellish situation; something like sleeping in the same bed than his partner and hanging out with some friends.
