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( chapter thirteen )












"'SUP! I HEARD my presence was solicited in the Matthews' Casa, and I'm here to serve." Valentina happily chirped as she stepped in the household. "Today I'm in a good mood so please don't ruin it with whatever you have to tell me. Or should've told me over the phone, really, because I get mad and stressed easily and that's not a good sign of stable mental health."

"I'll try not to ruin it, but I think it'll be almost impossible, little jokester."

"Now that ruins the mood." Valentina took a seat and eyed the gray bell-lid covering whatever was inside.

"Um. Eric, listen, don't think I don't appreciate a good T-bone, but I would've been plenty happy with a Double Chubbie Burger,"

"He gets steak. I get cold grilled cheese. What gives?" Morgan stared at her sandwich strangely.

"Well, Morgan, I just feel that our brother and our friend, with their interesting life─ They deserve a hearty meal," Valentina frowned suspiciously. What was so bad to the point of Eric acting that nice? Especially with Cory because Eric could be nice with her when he wanted.

"You don't think my life's interesting?" The little girl asked her older brother, still holding her sandwich between her hands.

"Morgan, did I just do something nice for Cory and Valentina?"

"Yeah."

"Do I normally do nice stuff for Cory and Valentina?"

"No."

"Why would I do nice stuff for Cory and Valentina?"

"Because something terrible happened to them."

Eric laughed before shoving the grilled cheese sandwich close to the girl's mouth. "Eat your grilled cheese,"

"So I would be correct in assuming that. . . this wonderful meal is actually one of those, um, condemned-man, condemned-woman, death-row, last-meal kinda things. But that can't be, because there's no cake," Eric looked at both teens before lifting the lid, revealing a delicious-looking chocolate cake.

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