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Vivian
“Where are you now?” my mother asks through my headphones
while we video chat. I just called her and my dad from the back of my Uber.
“I just arrived in the Greene Mountains,” I tell them. “I’m heading to the
rental cabin now.”
“It doesn’t look very sanitary,” my mother says as she scrunches her nose
up and looks all around me. My dad lowers the Wall Street Journal and looks
at the screen for the first time. “They didn’t have a limousine for you?”
“It’s the mountains, Mom, not Paris.”
“I still don’t understand why you didn’t go to Paris,” she says, shaking
her head. “It’s Fashion Week.”
“I’ve been to Paris a hundred times,” I tell her as my dad goes back to his
paper. “I’ve never been to the mountains.”
In fact, I’ve never really been in nature. My parents are all about cities.
Milan, Tokyo, Montreal, Buenos Aires, Barcelona, Dubai—I’ve been to them
all. My family vacations growing up were all about luxury, socialites, and
concrete. I never saw a tree unless it was growing out of a sidewalk.
Once, I asked my parents if we could go camping instead of flying to
London for a week. My mother scoffed and said that camping is for people
with no taste.
“Or no money,” my father added.
London was amazing, so were all of the other vacations (I’m not
complaining), but there was something about the wild mountains that
intrigued me. Sometimes, during stressful times at work, I find myself staring
at the mountainous photos on my screensaver and wondering what if…
What if I gave up the fashion empire I started in Manhattan and moved
out here for good?
But then the phone rings or Martin barges into my office with the crisis of
the hour and the thought disappears as quickly as it came.
“We took you to Zurich that one time for the Holidays,” my mother says,
looking offended. “Remember, Jack? We rented that chalet with the broken
hot tub and that slovenly property manager was such a jerk about it.”
“I remember,” my father mumbles as he reads.
That’s not quite the way I remember it, but whatever. My mom was such
a bitch to the guy and expected him to come fix it immediately even though it
was Christmas Eve.
“It’s not too late to turn back and fly somewhere reasonable,” my mother
says. “You’re too pretty to be eaten by a bear. Don’t you agree, Jack?”
“Much too pretty,” Dad mumbles.
I sigh as I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
“You’re breaking up,” I lie. “I better go.”
“The reception here is fine,” she says. “Why don’t you jet over to Cabo
San Lucas if you need some mountains? You can rent a villa on the—“
I hit the little red X on my screen and my parents disappear.
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