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“Does Alex come to your games? I’d love to meet him.”

“Sometimes.”

“He could come over here sometime. Maybe for dinner,” I told her as we pulled into the driveway.

“Maybe. We’ll see. It’s far away and he has a job, so.”

“Where does he work?”

“Home Depot.”

“Well, having a job certainly earns him some brownie points.”

“Great,” Candace said sarcastically, opening her car door.

“Wait!” I yelled to her as she ran into the house. “Dinner by the pool tonight? I can have some chicken ready in an hour.”

“Fine!” She called back before entering.