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.Which is not hot, at all.I mean … You know what I mean? She’s like curl-your-toes, let-me-be-your-slave sort of hot.But yeah … I think she expects me to answer her and be a normally functioning human being, so I should stop having those thoughts.“Sure.We can have pizza once we finish,” I agree.We drink sodas on the couch, our feet up on the chest that doubles as a coffee table.“So where did your parents move to?” I ask.I feel she’s still tense around me.I don’t want her to be.We can make this work for the two months that we’ll spend together.I want it to be relaxed and cool.I don’t want to have to watch my every word or step around her.That would make for two long months.“It’s just my mom.She’s staying with her boyfriend for the time being.She’s looking for a small place for us.”“Couldn’t he take you in too? I mean … You’re welcome here, of course, it’s just …”“Of course.” She grins.“He wanted me to come too, but I didn’t want to be in their way.His apartment is tiny, and I need my space, you know? Not just in a physical sense.You know?”“Sure.”“How come you’re here alone?”“My folks went back to Boulder.”“You’re from Boulder?” She sounds surprised.I’m astonished that she’s here if she doesn’t know the first thing about me.“We moved here last year, for Dad’s work.I was injured, I couldn’t train and it didn’t matter where I was, so … But then in January, he had to go back.I didn’t want to change schools my senior year, so I stayed, while they went back home.”“Do you miss them?” It’s such a girly thing to ask that a smile escapes me.I don’t think she minds, though.“I hear from them all the time.But like you said, I need my space, too.Matt can be a pain, so … It’s nice to be on my own.”“Matt?”“Younger bro.”“Are you tight? Your family and you?”“I guess.” We get along, and my folks are overprotective, but I’m not sure that’s what she means.I know girls are different with their families.But I get the impression that Chloe and her mom aren’t exactly ordinary.“I envy you,” she says.And then clarifies, when I just stare at her, “Having a brother, caring parents, the whole package.My mom’s okay,” she adds, before I can ask, “but she lives in her own world most of the time.The closest thing to a sister I’ve ever had is Izzy.” She points to the door, indicating the friend that’s been here earlier.“Sorry.”“I’m fine with it.Most of the time.” She smiles awkwardly.I want to tell her that I understand, but I wonder if I do.I’ve never been in a position where parents wouldn’t track my every step, be encouraging and supportive, or where Matt wouldn’t look up to me.That brings a different sort of pressure, but it isn’t something that I couldn’t handle.It’s a good feeling having someone to rely on if I mess up.“So you ended up with me,” I say.“Yeah, thanks for doing this,” she says like she means it.It feels nice, because people often say so much shit that it’s refreshing when someone really means what they say.“Don’t thank me.You’ll have to pay your share of the rent.”“Really? I thought we could come to an arrangement …” she starts but then falls silent.She’s grinning, but I can tell she’s not entirely sure I will understand the joke.I laugh, and she joins in.Yeah, the next two months will be fun.****It’s Tuesday and the beginning of my work week.The small bakery I work at (they call it boutique, so it sounds fancier) is just three blocks away from home.It doesn’t pay too well, but some clients tip pretty nicely.It happened a few times that the older ladies actually ordered double the amount of pastries and invited me in to join them for coffee.Luckily, my schedule was tight so I couldn’t stay.Chloe was still fast asleep when I left the apartment at six in the morning.When I looked around the place, it already showed signs of someone else sharing it with me.The colors that she added to the room looked nice, personal and tidy.I am in a good mood when I enter the bakery through the back door.I see a stack of boxes and bags on the counter already waiting for me, but I walk past it to greet Salvo and his sister, Amara.He’s the one who started the bakery thirty years ago, and when it expanded his sister came to work with him.Now her daughter and her boyfriend do a lot of work there, although Salvo always grumbles he’s the one who has to toil in the back while the ‘youngsters’ chat away behind the counter in front.He is always like that, grumbling and complaining, but there is no real heat to his flames.“Hey, Sal,” I say when I finally find Salvo in the storage room.He turns and looks at me long and slow.“Morning, sunshine.You’re late and you look like you got some last night.I hate it when you come bragging with your satisfied face here.I don’t need none of that cockiness.”I chuckle at his words.He should be grateful he’s got Nina and Neo to work the counter.With his mouth, he’d scare off most of the clients.He’s back to loading the flour into the huge mixer bowl.“I’m not late, it just took me a minute to find you back here.”“But you got some, huh?”“Nope, not that either.” I don’t think I ever felt so indifferent when saying that.It almost feels unnatural.Shouldn’t I be bummed about not having had sex in weeks? Honestly, I haven’t even thought about it lately.Definitely unnatural.“What’s gotten you all hyped, then?”“I’m not hyped.” I don’t know what he’s talking about.I’m just in a good mood.What’s wrong with that?“He says while his mouth nearly makes the Suez Canal between his ears.”“Did you hear that one in your favorite soapie?”He ignores my jibe.Everyone knows he loves watching soaps, even though he’s always denying it.“What’s her name?”“I told you I didn’t sleep with anyone.”“Uh-huh.”I wait for him to continue, to taunt me some more, but he doesn’t.He pushes the mixer towards the door and I help him drag it into the bakery.He plugs it in and starts preparing the yeast.“That’s worse, you know,” he says, and I have no idea whether he’s talking about the yeast or the day’s orders or maybe the weather.But when he looks up, I realize he’s back to his earlier taunts.“What is?” I ask, resigned.He won’t stop until he’s said everything that’s on his mind, whether I like it or not.Now, who’s making me late?“That a girl can make you smile like that without taking her clothes off.You’re done for.”I snort with laughter.“You shouldn’t start your days with grappa.It’ll fry your brain.”He drinks a shot of his home-brewed brandy every morning [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]