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"  Mom finally told Dad on Sunday, which was the day Little Brother and I were leaving. She left shortly thereafter and Dad put on NPR and started making lunch for the three of us.  &amp;quot;Dad, let me do that,&amp;quot; I said, getting up to help him. &amp;quot;Sit, K.,&amp;quot; he said, then addressed both of us. &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t worry about this, you two. Your mother isn&amp;#039;t going to leave me.&amp;quot; He was either in denial or he knew something we didn&amp;#039;t, but either way, he made me feel better. After we finished eating our grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup (Dad&amp;#039;s specialty -- he can&amp;#039;t really cook), he drove us to the airport, dropping us off at the front door because he hates parking. We said our goodbyes to him and then found a centrally-located bar so we could have a drink together before we headed back.  Little Brother and I had two drinks, and talked smack about mom. I usually feel guilty about it, but that guilt seems to have disappeared. Not sure if that will be temporary or not. When I got home, my apartment looked like it had been ransacked, and Sarah left a note apologizing for the mess and saying it would be clean before I got home from work the next day. I kind of wanted to cry a little bit\u2026one, because I really wanted Sarah to be there because I needed to talk, and secondly, I just wanted to walk into a calm, clean space to quiet my mind a little. Later tonight, the mess was still intact, and she&amp;#039;d also added every pot and pan in the apartment to the mix. I knew I was going to clean up after her, but I wasn&amp;#039;t ready to deal with it right away and I needed food. I headed out for a slice of pizza, and when I returned, Neighbor Boy sitting on the stoop, also eating pizza. &amp;quot;Wanna join me, or do you still hate me for not telling you about the girlfriend?&amp;quot; he asked, dimple appearing on his right cheek. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t hate you,&amp;quot; I sighed, smiling despite myself. I sat down, took the slice out of the bag and took a bite. &amp;quot;Not how I envisioned our first dinner date,&amp;quot; he said, smirking.  &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re not funny,&amp;quot; I said, giggling.  &amp;quot;I know,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Friends?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;And neighbors,&amp;quot; I added. If I didn&amp;#039;t have such a raging crush on the guy, I might have been angry at him for flirting with me when he has a girlfriend. But since I pretty much whenever I&amp;#039;m in a five-foot radius of the guy, I ended up sitting on the stoop for the better part of an hour, shivering in the cold and chatting about any inane thing I could think of. I don&amp;#039;t know for sure, but I think he was shivering under that down coat, too... "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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