Chapter 13
RORY POV
When Tristan and I got back to New York Sunday night, we were exhausted. Savannah was out of school for the week, so she wanted to stay in New York with Tris, while I headed back to Boston to finish some things up and pack up what necessities that we would need in New York, and let the firm know that I was quitting. Even though we both hated it, we decided to spend Sunday night apart from each other so that we could catch up on things (laundry, cleaning...etc). So when I got home to Boston, I made a pot of coffee, started a load of laundry and decided to call my Dad. It had been a few days since I had talked to him and I felt like we needed to catch up. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer. "Hello?"
"Hey Dad." I said.
"Hey kid. How's it going?"
"It's going. It's been a long week, though."
"Anything newsworthy?" He asked.
"Well let's see...Logan's in the hospital, still has me listed as his power of attorney, and I had my high school reunion this weekend." I told him.
"Wow, kid. Your first high school reunion. That's insane. I'm getting old."
"Yeah Mom said the same."
"What that she's getting old?"
"No that you are."
"Your funny."
"Yeah I know. Oh, I forgot to tell you...Mitchum bought the times and is making me the editor in chief of the entire paper."
"That's incredible kid."
"Yeah I know. I start in a week so that I can wrap things up in Boston." I tell him.
"Well good luck kid. I'll be in New York with your Grandma this weekend if you and Tristan wanna get dinner."
I let out a sigh. "Yeah ok. I'll talk to him. If he doesn't want to then me, you, Savannah and Grandma will."
"Okay kid. See you this weekend."
"Okay dad."