Audiobook Passage - Two by Two Ch 26 - Nicholas Sparks
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Chapter 26 saying goodbye. My parents didn't have the most active social lives when met. Marge and I were young, while my dad might grab a beer every now and then with friends, it was relatively rare, and my mom hardly went out at all between work cooking, cleaning, visiting her family and raising kids. She didn't have a lot of extra free time, nor did my parents dine out as a couple. Very often. Dining out was considered an extravagance, something I can remember them doing perhaps half a dozen times when you consider birthdays, anniversaries, Valentine's Day, Mothers Day and Fathers Day six dinner dates in 18 years isn't much. That meant when they did go out margin, I would be giddy at the thought of having the house to ourselves as soon as their car pulled out of the driveway. We'd make popcorn, er, s'mores or both, and start watching movies with the volume turned up way too loud until inevitably, one of Marge's friends would call. Once she got on the phone. I would suddenly be for gotten, but I was usually okay with that, since it meant even more smores for me once, when she was 13 or so, she convinced me that we should build a fort for the living room. We found a coil of clothes line in this storage shed and ran it from the curtain rod to the grandfather clock to an air vent and back again to the curtain rod. We pulled towels and sheets from the linen closet, fastening them to the line with clothes pins. Another sheet went over the top, and we furnished the fort with pillows pulled from the couch march, holding a propane fueled camping lantern from the garage. We somehow hauled it. We somehow got that let without burning down the house. My dad would have been furious had he known, and Marge turned out all the lights before we crawled inside. Setting the whole thing up had taken more than an hour, and it would take almost a long to take it all down and clean up, which meant we were only able to spend 15 or 20 minutes in the fort before my parents got home. Even when they did go out, they never stayed out late. I still recall the night as a near magical experience at eight years old, it was adventurous and new, and the fact that it was also against the rules made me feel older than I Waas, more like Marge's peer than a little kid for the very first time. And as I looked at my sister in the eerie glow of the lantern in our makeshift fort, I can distinctly remember thinking that Marge was not only my sister but my best friend as well. I knew even then that nothing would ever change that.