Chapter 135
Easton
"This is delicious,’ I say to Harper's mom after I take my first bite of her lasagna.

"Thank you again for having me over."

Harper had told me her mom was a good cook.

She wasn't kidding.

At least that's one positive thing that will come out of this experience.

I certainly won't go to bed hungry.

"Thank you, Easton.

I'm happy you like it,"

her mom replies.

"Yup, he's right,’ Sadie says, her mouth full.

“This is some seriously good grub.

The last time my mom made lasagna, she used cottage cheese instead of ricotta—I guess she ran out."

She takes a bite of garlic bread, the crunch loud enough to wake the dead.

“I wish I could say it was good, but it had chunks of pineapple in it."

She makes a face like she's about to hurl.

"Pineapple with meat sauce, that's a hard no."

"I'm happy to share my recipe with her,"

her mom says.

"Just remind me in the morning and I'll text you a picture of it."

“Easton, her dad says, wiping his mouth with a napkin, giving me a second to chew and swallow, preparing for more battle.

“How are your grades this year?"

"My grades are good, sir."

“Easton always makes honor roll,"

Sadie chimes in.

"He's one of the smart ones.

You know, like Ryan here."

She bats her eyes at him, and he kisses her.

Man, that kid has balls.

I'm sitting beside Harper, but I've barely looked at her.

I don't fucking dare.

With her dad sitting across from me, I can feel him stare at me while he chews.

While he takes a drink.

While he moves his salad around the plate.

Will this ever fucking end?

"So, is Sadie right, you make honor roll?"

he asks me.

"Yep."

I hold my piece of garlic bread, but I dont take a bite.

It reminds me of a bun—and just, no.

always pushed for good

I pushed Leigh to make

that conversation go over well

and he'd probably bury me next to Fido in the

one down on Main Street, next to

"That's the one,"

I tell him.

“Thought so.

time I go to

your brothers work there as

you have there, young

I mention that

my family when he disappeared

me even

paper, we look

a hybrid of

Harper says, looking

least I can feel her looking

don't glance at

like me to,

decided on

want to keep my options

little early to declare something I could

"Changing to what?"

he asks.

well for

allowed to

not like I plan to sit home and watch The Real Housewives of Beverly

lifts his wine into

many glasses he's had

he sips,

dear, let's not have the

at home, you don't even own

you don't even own

of

image

Wonderful.

dream, honey,’ her mom

had dreams when we were her age, didn't

He eyes his wife.

“Sure did.

now, we're here, at this wonderful stage of our lives, where you walk

from

Fuck me.

want this table to just swallow

"Dad ..."

Ryan starts.

that it

an ornament left

girl gets

Sadie gasps.

Sadie and

not like

I'm

know what the fuck

happy the conversation has shifted

every girl he's brought home for

Sadie asks Harper's parents.

mom sets

Ryan

“What?"

smiling

"Is that true?"

He shrugs.

and loud—two

She slaps him.

“OMG, shut up!"

you love

while Ryan and Sadie are

fucking horrified as

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