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little bit rewarding.

Bigger person, my mother’s voice rings out.

It’s overpowered by my father’s backwoods tone hollering, step on

him!

“Ryan was coming by to see the progress on the car,” I say to break

up the strict silence.

“Yeah, she picked it out yesterday from the junkyard,” Percy says

casually. “I did tell her to wait until I could help her push it in here,

but I guess you handled that.”

He gives me a weary look that even I know reads, we will talk about

that later.

I nod in agreement. Knowing Percy’s caution around women

cheating on him with Ryan Jones, I can understand the hesitancy.

But it’s not like that. He should know that by now, but I don’t want to

place my expectations on him unfairly. He’s worried he’s going to

look like a fool if I get back with Ryan, and while we have more

likelihood of the sun ramming into the Earth at this point, I don’t

want to just tell him to get over it and trust me.

It's more than that.

“Yeah, well I just wanted to come by and mention there’s been a

change of plans,” Ryan says.

Percy and I both go solid with his words.

Is the wedding canceled? What happened? Did they decide that

starting a relationship out of cheating and deceit wasn’t the best

route, so they’ve decided to part ways forever? While all doubtful, I

still find myself leaning in curiously to what he has to say.

He looks at Percy when he says, “We’re moving up the wedding day.”

Even though I shouldn’t feel let down, I do, and part of me wonders

if Percy feels the same way or not.

“I’m going into politics sooner than I expected,” Ryan says, which

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