The call to my parents was hard. The call to Alice was even harder. It took everything I was not to slam the phone down at her "Hello".
Annie placed her hand on my shoulder, encouragingly. I sighed into the phone. "Alice," I responded.
"Edward!" she exclaimed. "It's so good to hear from you. I'm so sor—"
"I don't want to hear it, Alice," I interrupted. "I just want to let you know that Annie and I are going to Mother and Father's house for dinner tomorrow night."
"Sunday dinner? You haven't been around to Mom and Dad's house for Sunday dinner for over a decade!"
Her voice was like nails down a chalkboard. I had put up with it before because she was my sister, but now, now she was nothing. "Shut up, Alice," I told her, not feeling sorry in the least. "I just want to talk to you and our parents and I'd rather do it all at once."
"Like a Band-Aid," Annie chuckled next to me.
I smirked at her before bringing my attention back to Alice. "Goodbye, Alice. I'll see you tomorrow night at six."
Alice went to talk, but I hung up the phone.