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52: Happy Thanksgiving
“How do I look?” Ben asks for the umpteenth time.
We are standing in front of my house and he is convinced my parents hate him. They might give him a tough time but they will be nice, I think. I am not sure. It’s my first time inviting a boy over. Ben smoothens the invisible wrinkles in his suit. If he wasn’t so worried, I would have had time to admire him. He is sexier in a tux. I want to kiss him.
“Babe?”
“Like a coconut.” He breaks into a smile and I grab his shoulders. “Don’t worry,” I tell him but he is stiff. “They will love you.” Like I love him. No. Not again with these thoughts. They have been haunting me. Do I love him? I don’t know. I cast him one last reassuring glance and push the door open. “Ready?”
The parlour is empty. Soft music plays from the speakers under the TV and I roll my eyes. It’s dinner not a wedding reception but trust Mum to go wild and crazy. Ben’s gaze darts to every corner, he barely has time to take i
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