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bedroom door, where Milo was still trying to convince her to put on some pants and a housecoat to see Jack. My heart went out to him, and he had more than made up for telling Mom about Jack.
    “I mean, after that,” I explained. “Since you’re not eating. It would be silly to sit around here and watch them eat.”
    “Aren’t you hungry?”
    “I’ll live.” There were like ten million places to eat in the Cities, and this was the only one that included strained dinner conversation with my mother. I’m sure that I could find someplace if I really had to.
    “Alright,” he shrugged and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “What did you have in mind?”
    “Pretty much anything, as long as it’s not here.”
    “I get it,” he nodded knowingly.
    “I’m up!” Mom shouted, and a few seconds later, Milo rushed out of her room, looking rather frazzled.
    “She’ll be right out,” Milo muttered. He went back over to the stove and stirred something simmering in a pan, looking relieved to be back cooking instead of with Mom.
    “Do you need help with anything?” I offered.
    There were freshly washed vegetables sitting in the sink, and he had two pans on the stove boiling with food, not to mention the oven was preheating for something. I started feeling guilty about him making this massive feast on my behalf, and I wasn’t even going to eat it. Well, later on tonight, I’d dig into the cold leftovers and watch cartoons, but that wasn’t the same as sitting down to his meticulously crafted meal.
    “You can slice some of the vegetables if you want,” Milo glanced back at me.
    “What are they for?” I pulled out the cutting board and a knife, setting them on the counter next to where Jack was leaning. Grabbing a tomato and green pepper from the sink, I repeated the question to Milo, who’d become distracted by seasoning a red sauce bubbling in a frying pan. “What am I cutting the vegetables for?”
    “The salad.” He tasted the sauce, which must’ve satisfied him, because he flipped off the stove, and pulled out a cake pan. I think he was making some kind of special lasagna with all types of homemade everything, but I couldn’t be sure because when he explained things to me, he always used culinary terms that I didn’t understand. “I made a special vinaigrette.”
    “Everything smells fantastic,” Jack complimented him. Milo had his back to us, but I could see his cheeks reddening a little as he laid out noodles in the pan. Maybe Milo wasn’t completely immune to Jack’s allure either. “I have bad news though.” I lowered my voice, afraid my mother might hear me. She had yet to emerge from her bedroom, but I decided that was a good thing. Carefully slicing a tomato, I saw Milo’s shoulders tense up and he looked hesitatingly at me. “We’re not actually gonna eat here.” His face fell, but he quickly looked away, trying to hide it.
    “It’s my fault really,” Jack said apologetically. As he talked, I could tell his voice was working its magic on Milo, and he relaxed a little. “I didn’t realize I was supposed to eat here, so I went ahead and ate at home. And then I made plans for us in a little bit. I’m really sorry, though. I can tell I’m missing a fantastic meal.”
    “It’s fine,” Milo said, and he sounded almost like he meant it. He had finished putting his ingredients together in the pan, so he put it in the oven. He’d already set the table, so he went over to start clearing the extra two places for Jack and me.
    “Milo—” I started to turn and apologize to him further. He had this way of looking like a little boy when he was sad, and it just broke my heart. Unfortunately, I decided to try and keep cutting the green pepper as I turned, and that wasn’t the smartest move ever. The knife sliced sharply into the index finger of my left hand, and I yelped painfully. “Damn it!”
    “What?” Milo instantly stopped what he was doing and rushed over to me. He’d