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Yes, I’m fine. We’re fine, Junie.

Your mom and I, we just got worked up.

I’m sorry you had to hear us.

I shrug.You haven’t fought like that in a minute.

It took me back to—well, never mind.

Did you figure it out?

Mama Alice nods.

We did. Eventually.

I sigh and let my shoulders relax.

Good. OK, well, I’m going to hit the shower.

Then I can help with dinner?

Sure, sure, Mama Alice says.

Sounds nice.

In the shower, I let all the grime

from the daywash away.

Then I join Mama Alice in the kitchen.

She gives me a pile of potatoes to peel.

We fall into a comfortable, cozy rhythm

and in no time at all, the shepherd’s pie

is sliding into the oven.

The whole house smells like garlic

and I inhale it like a drug.

Not wanting to ever forget

this simple but potent scent—of home

and forgiveness and

nourishment.

How was ice-skating with Lyric?

Mama Alice asks.

Did you have fun?

It’s nice you’re making new friends here.