December 24, 2009
Andrew pulled up into the driveway in his Saturn Ion, parking beside an old, beat-up Ford truck that used to be light blue, but now was closer to rust. As he walked up the steps to the door, he dodged an oversized American flag that was lazily moving in the breeze. In the process, he almost tripped over a giant extension cord that powered the faux-icicle lights that hung from the porch. Placing the two pieces of luggage on the steps, Andrew fumbled around in his pockets before taking out a set of keys. Unlocking the door, he let entered into the house, pausing at the doorway to take of his shoes.
Leaning on the wall for support, he called out to the empty hallway, Im here.
From the kitchen, a maternally figure came out, wiping her hands on her apron. Hi baby. She said, as Andrew bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek. Turning towards the direction of the living room she yelled, Honey, Andrews home. From the living room came a creak from a well used rocking chair. Soon afterwards, a man wearing a flannel shirt appeared.
Well hello stranger. He said, as he held out his hands, inviting a hug. Obediently, Andrew stepped forward, his eyes rolling slightly at the predictable greeting. Ever since college, his dad had felt that if he didnt visit at least once a week, he suddenly was neglecting them. This was especially true now, as he lived just outside of Charlotte, where his business was based, just over a two hour drive from his parents house.
Oh hush dear. His mother gave the look, the one that let males everywhere know that whatever they were doing they needed to stop immediately. You know how busy Andrew is with work. Turning to Andrew, she smiled. Were just glad you could come home for the holidays. Im making your favorites for today, it will be ready soon. So until then, why dont you sit at the table. Obediently Andrew followed his mother and father into the kitchen, leaving his luggage in the living room before taking a seat at the small table that dominated one side.
I brought some gifts I got you during my trip to Japan. Ill put them under the tree after supper.
That reminds me, we have something to show you. Honey, where did I put that magazine?
Andrews mother walked over to the table, wiping her hands on her apron. I think you placed it on the stand over there, its probably under yesterdays mail. As her husband started rifling through the pile of mail, magazines, and assorted paper that made up the stand, she turned to Andrew. Mrs. Miller at church, you remember her, dont you? Well, her son gets some magazine, GameBoard
No, no dear, Andrews father interrupted, looking up from the stacks of paper he had scattered around. that wasnt its name.
You could be right. Now what was that magazines name?
Seeing that the point of the story, if there even was a point, was in real danger of being lost as his parents argued over the elusive title, Andrew decided to interrupt. Yes, this magazines
he prodded.
Yes, well, as I was saying, Mrs. Millers son saw a picture of you in this magazine, so she told us when we saw her at church. So me and your father went to the store after church and bought a couple of them.
Found it. Andrews dad proudly announced, waving it around in the air as if he were Chamberlain fresh from securing peace for our time. Proudly placing it in front of Andrew, he beamed as Andrew scanned the cover. Across the top, proudly ran the title GameLord Magazine. Below, Gladius stood, his arms crossed, a Santas hat sitting crookedly on his head. Across the bottom the magazine screamed Top 10 Games of 2009: Your definitive MUST buy for the holiday season.
Having already seen this issue at the office when it first came out, Andrew felt a pang in the pit of his stomach as he knew what would be coming. Resignedly taking one last glance at his parents eager faces, he flipped to the article about Gladius. There, in the midst of the article, was a picture from the Gladius debut party of a giggling Aiko Sakurada standing right beside Andrew, both giving the V sign to the camera.
Sure enough, once his parents saw he had noticed the picture, they pounced. Your date is a very pretty girl. His mother started, abandoning any mask of subtlety.
Andrew sighed. His parents deemed him well past the age where he should have been producing their grandchildren and found every opportunity to remind him of that fact. Usually when he was home, they would talk about this nice girl they knew who he should meet. And, of course, God help him if he causally mentioned something about a girl at work, or even worse, if as this case, they found a picture of him and a female standing remotely close to each other. She wasnt my date mom. From the look she gave him, he could tell she was skeptical. Shes the head of a Japanese company, theyre one of my investors.
Andrews dad peered closely into his sons eyes, as if trying to determine whether this was some elaborate joke. She seems pretty young to be the head of a company. He said in a suspicious voice.
Andrew sighed again. Dad, did you forget that Im the head of a company?
Like an efficient tag-team partnership, Andrews mother stepped in as his dad seemed about to grudgingly concede the point. Anyway dear, you should invite her over here for dinner sometime.
Andrew wished he could be astonished at his mothers words, but unfortunately for him, conversations like this were all too common when he was home. Mom, shes the head of a Japanese company. That means she lives in Japan.
I know, Andrew, but you went to Japan on a business trip, why cant she come over here?
I bet that she would come over here in an instant if she knew how good your moms apple pie was. Andrews dad chipped in.
Andrew could tell that this was a lost cause. Alright, alright. If she is ever in North Carolina, Ill invite her over for dinner.
At his concession, his parents beamed. Reassuringly patting his hand, his mother offered up her version of sage advice. Long distance relationships are hard to manage, but good communication solves a lot of problems.
Andrew only stared, racking his brain trying to figure out how his parents turned a simple party photograph into him engaging in a long distance relationship with Aiko. After a moment, he decided he would rather not know how his parents minds worked. Instead, he felt that he needed to change the conversation fast before they started inquiring about wedding dates. Mom, do I smell something burning?
His mother sniffed the air. Hmmm, thats strange, I dont smell anything burning, but I better check anyway, it should be close to being done.
As his mother went towards the oven, Andrew initiated phase two of his plan, turning towards his father. Hey dad, I heard UNC lost to Ohio State while I was gone.
Predictably enough, at the reminder, Andrews fathers face turned red. Those kids should have never lost that game. They think just because theyre talented, they automatically win every game. If I was their coach
Andrew leaned back, satisfied. He had managed to distract both of his parents long enough that the girl conversation was over. With any luck, that conversation was dead for the length of his stay. Of course, it would undoubtedly flare up again the next time he came, with a different woman most likely, but the future was the future, so there was no use worrying about it now.