Byron took his midlife crisis to Portland today. He was there for work but also drove around the old neighborhood in a moody fashion, reporting back on the changes (major gentrification would be an understatement). He dropped in on Gabriel and later was able to surprise everyone at a party commemorating the fourth anniversary of Stevie’s accident.
I wish I could have gone! When I think about Portland I feel queasy with longing.
Despite the fact that one of the other people at the party hates me so intensely she extends the friend ban to my whole family, regardless of age or connection. When Byron turned up at the party, despite her injunction that no Lavender could attend, she had to leave.
Byron thought it was funny. I find the whole thing peculiar.