Fuck: You Owe Me: 20

She heard someone answer. "Hello?" Laura looked up and saw Chris leaning against the kitchen doorway, phone in hand. He'd changed into a t-shirt and jeans. He wore casual well. She smiled quickly. He smiled back. "Yeah, mom. I don't know." He set the phone against his shoulder. "How long till dinner?"

"Six o'clock," Laura answered.

"Laura's says six," he said into the phone, then nodded. "Take your time." He hung up, then loud enough for Jack to hear: "Mom's on her way."

"Okee-dokee."

Keeping a cautious eye on Jack, Chris walked over behind Laura and wrapped his arms around her in a big bear hug. She tensed slightly; she hoped he couldn't feel it. "Hey," he whispered with a smile. He kissed her cheek.

She shrugged him away, motioning to her father. "Not now, stupid." He bit at her earlobe playfully. "I'm serious."

He let go. "Sorry." He went over to the drawer where the placemats were and began setting the table. "You having a beer, Jack?"

"Please. Thanks."

Chris headed for the refrigerator in the garage where they kept the Lager. Laura set the knife down and wiped her eyes again. Shit. Fucking onions.

"Excellent job, kiddo."

Dinner was chicken stir fry, Jack's favorite, and he nodded approval as he chewed. "Really. Excellent job."

"It is good," Chris agreed. He sat across from Laura and smiled warmly when she looked up.

She offered a slight smile back. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Lisa set down the magazine she was reading and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"Nothing. Headache."

Want tarraspini?""

She shook her head. "I'll be fine." She pointed to her plate with her fork. "Where'd you get the garlic?"

Laura shrugged. "We stopped on the way back from the game this morning."

Jack looked up. "You went to the game?"

Laura stopped chewing and swallowed. "Becky and I went."

Chris looked over at Jack.

"Huh." Jack scooped up a fresh helping. "Didn't think you liked soccer."

Chris looked at Laura.

were bored." She glanced at Chris. He

and made swirls in the

there anything special you want for dinner tomorrow?" Lisa asked.

I don't even know

forearm

been busy.

a smile, then grimaced. "On second thought, I will have an aspirin." She

said as he swallowed, wiping some rice from

"Oh yeah?"

getting together

know, maybe,"

"Gonna see a movie?"

"We'll see."

Saturday's were heroine

gaze was hard and direct. "Cocaine

left last night." Then he added

in stride. "That's right. I'm so

looked from Laura to Chris and back again. Lisa returned and sat down,

what's the play tonight?" Laura asked as she dug back into

for another second before returning

looked at him. He rubbed his head nervously and shrugged. "Sounds

got the steed

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swing that?" he said

The steed was her new Maserati. Their family was disgustingly rich. And more often than not, Chris enjoyed

"That's rare lately."

question a good

after 7:00. Jack was downstairs watching TV.

come to do the dishes, she had made it abundantly clear that he was getting

He'd leave her be until she felt like talking. Since

take a shower and put my face on," Simon

be here. You feel like a bowl

got a Maserati," came Simon's reply. "What do

roll some joints, then." They hung up. There was

we're

watch again. "It's

forehead. "Check again. It's after eight. We'll be back around midnight."

and checked the time. 8:22. How did his watch fall an hour behind? The second hand was still ticking. He set it forward and made a mental note to check it against his phone

the garage door open then close as his parents left. When he heard

to Laura. He didn't like her being upset

as she was mad, he wasn't going to see any action. And maybe that's what

No. He loved her.

door bell rang. He went downstairs to answer it. When he opened

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