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excelling in math. Back then, his father was proud of him.
    Maybe he was being too hard on the old man. He probably was still proud, although his insistence on his following in his footsteps caused friction between them.
    “Sir, will you be needing anything?” Rachel’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “I’m going to head out now.”
    “No, Rachel, thank you, I’m fine. I’ll lock up.”
    She paused, but looked as if she decided against speaking her mind. “Mr. Keathley, I hope you don’t think that I’m overstepping, but…”
    “It’s okay. I know.”
    She nodded, turned and left him sitting at the conference table. The packet of the papers still remained in front of him. Very slowly he read and turned the page, continuing until the sun set behind the shuttered blinds.
    “I think you’re feeling better,” Chantelle exclaimed as she hurried through the foyer toward the kitchen.
    “I feel good.” Naomi closed the front door after a short, enjoyable walk through the neighborhood. She couldn’t bear to sit in the house idle. Frannie wouldn’t let her do a thing. Plus she needed to exercise for when she had to return to the reality of her basketball life.
    “I’m about to send out a mass e-vite to a few of my buds.” Chantelle tossed over her shoulder. She plopped down in front of a laptop that was in a nook.
    “Can I help?”
    “Sure. Over there is my other laptop. Can you send out e-vites to this group?” Chantelle handed her a page filled with e-mail addresses.
    “How many people are you inviting?” Naomi glanced down the list, figuring there were probably fifty addresses. Thank goodness Zack was able to stop his mother from issuing any invitations for her party.
    Chantelle shrugged.
    “Does your mother know?” Naomi could guess at that answer.
    “It’s no big deal. I’ll buy a few pizzas. Somebody will bring the drinks and we’ll hang out in the back. If it was warmer, we could have used the pool. I told Mom that we needed to enclose it.”
    “When are you planning to have the party?” Naomi considered herself a fast typist, but this long list might challenge her skills.
    “Friday.”
    “Like in two days?” Naomi paused, waiting for Chantelle to correct her.
    The young woman presented her usual shrug. She punched a key on the keyboard and leaned back with a huge grin. “All done. How are you doing over there?”
    Naomi shook her head.
    “Okay, while you do that, I’d better post a note to some folks’ Wall.”
    “You think that’s safe?”
    “If they have my address, they’ll know how to get here. And that’s only to my friends. Plus it’s not like I’m putting it in my status update. Do you think I’m clueless?”
    Naomi wanted to say yes. Considering how close Chantelle had become with her, she didn’t have a problem telling her what was on her mind. But she knewthat Chantelle like to play the naïve card and blow off sound advice. She’d seen it done to her mother and to Zack. Watching Chantelle blow off Zack was more fun, though. He seemed unable to control his little sister. More often than not, he carried his frustrated frown with him whenever they were together.
    After a half hour, Naomi said, “Okay, I’m done.”
    “Good. Now we have to go shopping.” Chantelle led her out of the house. “I need a new outfit. I can’t wait for my friends to meet you. So we can pick out a new outfit for you too.”
    Suddenly self-conscious, she looked down at her clothes. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
    Chantelle paused. “Do you really want to know? It’s not…sexy.”
    Naomi rolled her eyes. “I don’t need to be sexy. It’s not like I’m picking up one of your young friends.”
    “No, silly, it’s not for my friends. It’s for my brother.”
    “What?” Naomi froze behind Chantelle who held up the car keys.
    “I’ve decided that you would be good for him.”
    “I’m not a health tonic.”
    “Don’t you think he’s handsome?”
    Naomi