Larry
The first thing that comes to mind immediately when I see Caroline is how much I hate her. And worse, how much I hate that she's here when she shouldn't be.
“You came, thank goodness,” my mother says and clasps her wrists like she's also seeing Caroline for the first time. Honestly, I'd have liked it, preferred it even, if my parents had acted this way when Tiffany walked in, but with Caroline, they have to be so fucking obvious about it.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I ask, staring directly at her.
Larry is with my father still who stands quietly in the corner, watching us all.
"Language, Larry!" My mother warns, feigning a smile.
"I don't care," I almost yelled. "What is she doing here?"
Tiffany holds my hands, and when I turn to her, she smiles calmly at me. "It's okay, Larry. It doesn't matter."