MEREDITH'S POV "Enough!" Mrs. McTavish shouted. "Surely, you three can spend one measly weekend with us and not fight like you are enemies," her voice broke, and I felt sorry for her. All she wanted was for her children to get along. Max relaxed in his seat with an embarrassed look on his face. Asher, however, still had that mischievous smirk plastered on his lips. "Your mother's right. If you two want to hash it out, then you'll do it when we go hunting tomorrow," their father announced. “Maybe bringing them around shotguns isn’t a good idea,” their mother sighed. "We're sorry, mother," Max apologized. "Don't cry mom," Genny added when she saw the older woman dramatically placing the back of her palm on her forehead and making sobbing sounds. Maybe I was sitting too far away because I didn't see one tear slide down her cheeks. "Mother we didn't mean to upset you," Asher let out. "I remember when you three were younger and that kid with the lisp, William pushed Asher do
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