Martin's girl arrived a couple of days before Martin turned twenty-one, and the day after his birthday dinner at home we prepared to leave for our Vegas trip. It was billed as a combined graduation and twenty-first birthday celebration. Martin had made it so awkward that my parents couldn't refuse to let me go with them. Sure, they protested, but Martin was master of persuasion and won them over. He'd said all he wanted for his birthday was to share his trip with all his siblings together.
What finally swung it in our favor was when Kayden at almost twenty-three, and a responsible adult in my parent's eyes, swore to protect me with his life. After a long silence, where everyone stared at my parents, they reluctantly agreed I could go, as long as I didn't drink. I think I would have agreed to have my brows stapled together to have been allowed go to Las Vegas for a whole weekend with no parents.