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spent enough time with me in the kitchen to know that I usually ended with cuts or burns after doing even the simplest tasks. “What’d you cut?"
“I just got my finger,” I winced, squeezing my fingers around it to stop the bleeding. Milo, being the smart one, grabbed a washcloth to put on it. “Maybe you should run that under water,” Jack interjected, his voice sounding oddly stiff. Milo turned on the water, yanking my hand under it, but I looked over at Jack. He had taken a few steps away from me, and he’d gone pale. I guess the sight of blood didn’t agree with him.
“It’s not that bad.” Milo examined my finger under the water, but I kept my eyes fixed on Jack. He had looked away from me and taken another step back. The sight of the blood, even the small amount that it was, had really effected him, so I hurried to clean it up. “I’ll get you a Band-Aid.” Milo darted off to the bathroom to retrieve a Boba Fett Band-Aid from the medicine cabinet. I left my finger running under the water, even though I think it had stopped bleeding. With my other hand, I used the washcloth to wipe off the cutting bored, pushing bloodied slices of green pepper into the sink and down the drain.
“What’s going on?” Mom always had the best timing and chose just then to come out of the bedroom. Her hair was its usually frizzy mess, but she’d managed to put on worn out jeans and an over sized sweatshirt with paint splattered all over it.
“I just cut my finger,” I explained, holding up my injured appendage. Milo came out of the bathroom and jogged over to me. As if I were a complete invalid, he started drying my finger with a paper towel before putting on the Band-Aid.
“Milo, you know better than to let her help you in the kitchen,” Mom scolded. She went over to the coffee table to grab an ash tray, then lit a cigarette as she walked back into the kitchen. Her eyes scanned over Jack quickly, but she didn’t say anything to him. Instead, she just set the ashtray on the kitchen table and sat down.
“Sorry,” Jack mumbled once my finger was sufficiently bandaged. Whatever had gotten to him seemed to be dissipating and the color in his cheeks returned.
“I’m the one that cut my finger. There’s no reason for you to be sorry.” I looked over at him, and he smiled at me, but it wasn’t his usual cheerful grin. It looked a little forced, but he was determined to shake it off and move on. “We don’t really need a salad anyway,” Milo decided. He pushed past me, collecting the vegetables that I had cut and tossing them in the garbage. They all hadn’t been tainted with my blood, but there were enough of them where it didn’t seem worth it. “The vinaigrette will hold for another day.”
“So…” Mom blew out a smoke ring and gazed intently at Jack. Her features still had that same rigid, worn look they always did, but there was something extra in her voice. “You must be Jack .”
When she accented his name, that’s when I realized what it was. She wasn’t as overt as Jane had been, but the look in her eyes and the tone to her voice… it was definitely seductive. Not that I really should’ve been surprised that she’d react to him the same way everyone else seemed to, particularly women, but I couldn’t help but feel my stomach twist nauseously. “And you must be Alice’s mom,” Jack grinned at her, authentically this time. He had leaned back against the counter again and crossed one foot over his ankle, bouncing the toe of his blue Converse on the tile.
“Anna.” This time, my mother actually did a “casual” lick of her lips when she looked at him. I rolled my eyes, then looked to Milo to see if he noticed her being so ridiculous, but he was no help. He just stood in the middle of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Jack. I realized then that I could continue cursing Jack’s unusual ability to be attractive to everyone, or I could use it to my advantage.
“I just got my finger,” I winced, squeezing my fingers around it to stop the bleeding. Milo, being the smart one, grabbed a washcloth to put on it. “Maybe you should run that under water,” Jack interjected, his voice sounding oddly stiff. Milo turned on the water, yanking my hand under it, but I looked over at Jack. He had taken a few steps away from me, and he’d gone pale. I guess the sight of blood didn’t agree with him.
“It’s not that bad.” Milo examined my finger under the water, but I kept my eyes fixed on Jack. He had looked away from me and taken another step back. The sight of the blood, even the small amount that it was, had really effected him, so I hurried to clean it up. “I’ll get you a Band-Aid.” Milo darted off to the bathroom to retrieve a Boba Fett Band-Aid from the medicine cabinet. I left my finger running under the water, even though I think it had stopped bleeding. With my other hand, I used the washcloth to wipe off the cutting bored, pushing bloodied slices of green pepper into the sink and down the drain.
“What’s going on?” Mom always had the best timing and chose just then to come out of the bedroom. Her hair was its usually frizzy mess, but she’d managed to put on worn out jeans and an over sized sweatshirt with paint splattered all over it.
“I just cut my finger,” I explained, holding up my injured appendage. Milo came out of the bathroom and jogged over to me. As if I were a complete invalid, he started drying my finger with a paper towel before putting on the Band-Aid.
“Milo, you know better than to let her help you in the kitchen,” Mom scolded. She went over to the coffee table to grab an ash tray, then lit a cigarette as she walked back into the kitchen. Her eyes scanned over Jack quickly, but she didn’t say anything to him. Instead, she just set the ashtray on the kitchen table and sat down.
“Sorry,” Jack mumbled once my finger was sufficiently bandaged. Whatever had gotten to him seemed to be dissipating and the color in his cheeks returned.
“I’m the one that cut my finger. There’s no reason for you to be sorry.” I looked over at him, and he smiled at me, but it wasn’t his usual cheerful grin. It looked a little forced, but he was determined to shake it off and move on. “We don’t really need a salad anyway,” Milo decided. He pushed past me, collecting the vegetables that I had cut and tossing them in the garbage. They all hadn’t been tainted with my blood, but there were enough of them where it didn’t seem worth it. “The vinaigrette will hold for another day.”
“So…” Mom blew out a smoke ring and gazed intently at Jack. Her features still had that same rigid, worn look they always did, but there was something extra in her voice. “You must be Jack .”
When she accented his name, that’s when I realized what it was. She wasn’t as overt as Jane had been, but the look in her eyes and the tone to her voice… it was definitely seductive. Not that I really should’ve been surprised that she’d react to him the same way everyone else seemed to, particularly women, but I couldn’t help but feel my stomach twist nauseously. “And you must be Alice’s mom,” Jack grinned at her, authentically this time. He had leaned back against the counter again and crossed one foot over his ankle, bouncing the toe of his blue Converse on the tile.
“Anna.” This time, my mother actually did a “casual” lick of her lips when she looked at him. I rolled my eyes, then looked to Milo to see if he noticed her being so ridiculous, but he was no help. He just stood in the middle of the kitchen with his arms crossed over his chest, staring at Jack. I realized then that I could continue cursing Jack’s unusual ability to be attractive to everyone, or I could use it to my advantage.
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