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”Braden cringed. He hated the word jerk. It’s what we all called his dad—well, what Braden called Mickey Mouse Nice butt Poster him, and we all agreed. It was as if he felt that word belonged to his dad and was too big of an insult to assign to anyone else. “So is Dave okay?”“Jerom drove him home, so I’m sure he’s fine. ”“What’s up with Jerom? Two years in college and suddenly he’s all fatherly?”“Your brother has always been a good listener. ”He has? And why would Braden know that? I pointed to his driveway and the white work truck parked there. “Your dad got off early today?”He waved his hand through the air, swatting away the question that apparently didn’t merit a verbal response, then turned back to me. “What are you doing right now?”“Showering. ” I reached my front door then turned around.

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“See ya. ”He stopped me by saying, “We’re going out for my mom’s birthday tonight. I figured I better go to the mall and find her a present. ”“Probably a good idea. ”My hand was on the doorknob when he asked, “Any ideas for what to get her?”“You’re asking me?” I laughed. “Funny. ”“I could use a girl’s opinion. ”“Then you better go find one. ”“Well, opinion or not, you want to come?”“To the mall?” I turned around. He had a Mickey Mouse Nice butt Poster look in his eye. Braden may have been a wild card, but I could still read him most of the time, and right now he felt sorry for me. Pity made me angry. “Look, Braden, I’m fine, okay?” And apparently if I needed to talk, Jerom’s ear was available. He held up his hands in surrender. “Fine. ” His eyes seemed to say, Perhaps you do have a cold, cold heart, Charlie.

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I couldn’t have agreed more. Chapter 3Nathan was in charge of dinner that night and had just pulled some sort of pasta-and-meat dish out of the oven, timing it perfectly with Mickey Mouse Nice butt Poster my dad’s arrival. Kiss-up. As my dad walked into the kitchen from the garage, he found where I sat at the table and narrowed his eyes at me. I wondered which one of my brothers had tattled and why my dad was so upset about it. For heaven’s sake, what was everyone’s problem? If I had started crying over Dave’s grandma my life would’ve been a whole lot easier right then. Maybe I needed to practice some fake waterworks. My dad was a nice guy and most of the time a pushover, but when he was in his full police garb and had that look on his face, he terrified me. He hung his keys on a hook by the door, then unbuckled and hung his utility belt as well, the heavy flashlight banging the wall as he did.

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I couldn’t have agreed more. Chapter 3Nathan was in charge of dinner that night and had just pulled some sort of pasta-and-meat dish out of the oven, timing it Mickey Mouse Nice butt Poster perfectly with my dad’s arrival. Kiss-up. As my dad walked into the kitchen from the garage, he found where I sat at the table and narrowed his eyes at me. I wondered which one of my brothers had tattled and why my dad was so upset about it. For heaven’s sake, what was everyone’s problem? If I had started crying over Dave’s grandma my life would’ve been a whole lot easier right then. Maybe I needed to practice some fake waterworks. My dad was a nice guy and most of the time a pushover, but when he was in his full police garb and had that look on his face, he terrified me. He hung his keys on a hook by the door, then unbuckled and hung his utility belt as well, the heavy flashlight banging the wall as he did.
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