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can’t stand you, either,” Morgan shot back. “You’re a total jerk.”
    Kenny said, “We only came because our parents made us.”
    All three of them laughed. I could see they really did like each other a lot.
    â€œYou all can just ignore them,” Brendan said. “They’re totally antisocial, and they don’t play well with others.”
    â€œWho can get along with you ?” Morgan shouted.
    â€œDo you still wet the bed?” Kenny asked.
    â€œNo. Kenny, y ou’re the only one in the family who still does that,” Brendan shot back. “Even when you’re awake.”
    â€œIs this Family Fight Night?” Eric chimed in. “Are we supposed to vote on the Biggest Loser ?”
    â€œYou win!” Kerry said, slapping Eric on the shoulder.
    Lots of laughter rang off the high walls.
    â€œAre we just going to stand here being nice to each other all night?” Eric complained.
    â€œI’ve got some things planned,” Brendan said, turning serious. “Some games and things. But we can do that later. I mean, we have all night—right? First, let’s chow down and get TRASHED .”
    I followed Kerry and Patti to the long dining table. It was covered in a beautiful burgundy cloth—and seemed like the whole table was filled with silver platters and beautiful china.
    â€œNo way!” I cried. “There’s enough food here for a hundred people!”
    I saw three different kinds of pizzas and a platter stacked high with cheeseburgers and big bowls of salad. Four servers dressed in black uniforms stood ready to help behind the table. One of them held a silver knife and began to carve a giant ham and a whole roast beef. Moving down the table, I saw a huge casserole filled with macaroni and cheese. Another platter was piled high with French fries. And if that wasn’t enough I saw a huge bowl of mashed potatoes, bread and rolls, a pile of shrimp and crab legs, breads, cheeses. It was an amazing feast.
    A table beside it had been set up as a bar. A black-uniformed bartender was helping kids to sodas and beer in tall slender glasses.
    This is insane, I thought. There were only ten of us here … eleven with Brendan. … Is this how Brendan’s family lives all the time?
    Everyone began piling dinner plates high with food. I turned and gazed around at the amazing room. It really was like standing in a ballroom from the nineteenth century. The candlelight made it magical, shadowy, and special. I really did feel as if I was in a Disney castle.
    â€œEarth to Rachel,” a voice said.
    I turned and saw Brendan smiling at me. He had two glasses of beer in his hands. He handed one to me. “You looked like you were off in space somewhere.”
    â€œNo … I was just gazing around,” I stammered. “I mean, this room…”
    He shook his head. “My parents are crazy. See all those books on the shelves? They bought them by the yard. Do you believe it? ‘I’ll take four hundred yards of books, please.’”
    â€œWeird,” I said.
    He tipped his glass against mine as if toasting. We both took a long sip of beer. “Glad you could come,” he said. His eyes locked on mine.
    â€œMe, too.”
    â€œThis is the most awesome room,” he said. “But parts of this house are like out of a Frankenstein movie. No joke. There’s even a room downstairs that’s like a dungeon. Really. You’d swear it was a torture chamber.”
    â€œSweet,” I said.
    That made him laugh. “Are you into torture?”
    â€œSeriously,” I said. “My house doesn’t have a basement. Otherwise, I’d definitely have a torture chamber.”
    He nodded. He kept his eyes on mine. He didn’t blink. “Where do you live?”
    â€œOn Knobb Road. A few blocks from Lefty’s. It’s a tiny house.” I gestured with both hands. “Actually, my