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"That's true. I guess I'll let it slide this time." He set down the pan. "Enchiladas are done."
"She left a note saying she was out. I'm not sure when she will be back."
"Because we're too different and I was mean to you and I did all the wrong things." *** She plucked another piece. "But you're not."
He raised an eyebrow playfully. "I need those."
"Yeah."
He shut his eyes again, shifting uncomfortably. "You should hate me, Val." *** She smiled. "I know."
He returned to the food, his head cocked.
"Kettle is on the stove with tea," she said. "I'm waiting."
"Val, don't lecture me on this," he said softly. He sounded weak. "Please.." *** She noticed the look, and gave him a quick kiss before...
He nodded brightly. "Of course."
She looked back at him, her eyea warm. "Good morning."
He frowned. "I don't want them to worry." *** She pulled off anything piece, her fingers brushing through his hair.
He smiled. "Thanks. I love you."
She took a cup and sat down, pulling her hair back.
"No," he said quickly. "I.. I broke my arm in sixth grade and it was like the end of the world." *** "You'll be fine. Hold still."
He nodded. "Want to watch a movie after?"
She looked around for tea, her eyes warm.
"Nobody recognized me.." *** "I'm sorry."
"Really? Me too."
She set the letter down, then headed to the kitchen.
