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I excuseover to the neck-tattooed maverick “Hey,” I nod

He’s digging in a diaper bag, a strand of bleach-white hair in his eyes His pierced brows lift to“Nice to see you h the mansion”

“I did,” I admit

Farrow’s sh “No shit?”

I bounce my head, then smack his chest as he rises “Thanks, by the way” I pause “For being there for him”

Farrow filled in as best

I add, “And I know Charlie and Beckett were up there too, but that’s not the sa a friend It meant a lot to me that my brother wasn’t alone”

Farrow’s smile softens “Anytime”

“Hey, Farrow!” Loren Hale calls fro in the diaper bag, so I nod goodbye to Farrow and dip out

I end up on the edge of the dance floor where lass of brandy and shiht to Sinatra “Banks!” she exclaims as soon as I approach, and I bend down and kiss her rosy-red cheek

“My boys are all together” She cups my face as I’m bent down “Oh, don’t youse look so handsome”

I’ve never seen eyes that shtly as hers None of us would’ve made it without her in our lives

I stand up fully “You look more beautiful than I look handsome, Grandma”

She waves her hand like I’m full of shit “Let’s dance Youse hear that?”

Sinatra “Andrea Bocelli?”

My o to Yellowstone and come back a smartass”

“Hey, Ma,” I greet, and ain With my hand still in Grandht”

She doesn’t even glance down at her black sequined pantsuit She’s just ser and need all the love I can get “Banksy We et into any more trouble Not without your brother”

Trouble

I laugh “I thought ere the good sons”

“Still are Alill be” She kisses her fingers to reach up to place them on my cheek

The women who raised me are my world

I dance with randma, and I look around for Sulli—but I can’t see her Not even as h and kiss, and randma asks me, “When’s your turn to find that special someone, Banks?”

“Yeah,” Nicola chiirls recently?”