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She shakes her head. “No. I don’t. Thanks though.”

“I’m always here. Don’t count on me to cry with you or anything, but I’ll listen. And I’m always willing to throw clams in someone’s car or bury a body.”

“Not with these nails,” the tech says. “Let them dry first.”

Becca and I laugh.

* * *

Banks

Me: Hey, just checking in.

Me: Did a little investigating. You’ve really piqued my interest.

Me: Did you know that the peacock’s train is what inspired Charles Darwin to think about how “sexual selection” might work?

Me: Really makes sense you chose the peacock for me. Good work.

I wait.No response.

“Come on, Foxx. Get pissed,” I say before sliding my phone back in my pocket. I pick up my fudge fork and take another bite of pistachio fudge.

“What are you doing here?” Mom comes into the kitchen. “I thought you had the gala tonight?”

“I do. But I need a tie.”

“What color?”

“What color do you suggest with your red dress?”

Mom beams. “She’s wearing it?”

“She is. And she looks hot in it.”

Mom rolls her eyes, but she can’t wipe the smile off her face. She loves tomomeveryone. Not only her own kids.Sara is right. She really is the sweetest mom.

“I was just telling Paige this morning that I wondered if she would wear it. She has such a cute figure. I bet she fills it out perfectly.”

I smirk.

Mom points at me. “Whatever you’re thinking, I don’t want to know. Hey!” She plucks the fork out of my hand. “I’ve been looking for that. Where did you get it?”

“That’s my fudge fork.”

“Your what?”

I snap it back out of her hand. “I keep this fork over here so I don’t have to go over there every time I want fudge.”

“Get another fudge fork. That’s real silver.”

“Then why is it just hanging out in circulation?” I look at the utensil. “This is like fifty bucks.”

“Because I use it on occasion. I didn’t think my son was going to squirrel it away to eat fudge with it.”

I scoff. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”

She motions for me to follow her toward her bedroom. I slip the fork back in the drawer where I keep it.If she wants it, she can look for it.