Chris rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Most people back then were hippies," he reminded his father, hoping he wasn't actually expected to be scandalized by this revelation. In the eyes of kids from his generation, if you lived through the sixties, you were a total hippie.
He couldn't imagine a time his grandfather wasn't in their lives. Victor Bennett was the one person that a teenaged Chris had depended on. But he knew his dad and his grandfather hadn't always gotten along. Something about Paige's dad. So he just listened, sipping at his coffee while his dad mentioned his mother. He studied the man's face, trying to get an idea of how genuine he was. If he loved his mom so much, why couldn't they make it work?
Well, the answer to that was easy, wasn't it? Wyatt.
"Aunt Phoebe's always been kind of flirty. I understand she got married and had three little girls in Mel's future. That's pretty nice." None of the sisters settled down in his world. Who had time? And Wyatt wouldn't tolerate more competition.
"So did you guys do the traditional dating thing? Like, going out to dinner and movies and everything? I mean...how does that even work? Whitelighters dating and all."