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by the smell of his body wash.
    “Are you okay?” Milo asks.
    I don’t look up at him. I can’t. Those caramel eyes are way too beautiful to look into again. There’s no freaking way.
    I nod my head. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
    I try pushing past him, but he doesn’t let me go around. Instead, he pulls me to the side and allows Godfrey to squeeze past us. Aralie runs in behind me. She doesn’t slam into a fifth of Saturn, though.
    “Oh my God. Mom!” she screams instantly.
    Milo can’t stop me this time. I sprint around him, chasing after Aralie, but Mom hurries into the kitchen before we can escape to the land of private mother-daughter conversations. You’ve gotta be kidding me. We’re not really going to have the bock-bock-Baccarini conversation in front of Milo, are we?
    Aralie begins the story with Emery’s poster not scanning. She tells it so dramatically, in grave detail, down to the gum-smacking and loudspeaker announcement.
    By now, Tate and Noah have joined ‘Story Time with Aralie’ and stand in the archway between the kitchen and dining room. Milo lingers between us and the garage door until Godfrey comes inside carrying too many bags at once.
    Milo rushes to the door and grabs two of the bags.
    “I can help you bring these in,” he offers.
    Godfrey thanks him for the offer but tells him it won’t be necessary.
    Milo hesitates for about three seconds before walking out toward Aralie’s car.
    “Suck up,” Noah mutters behind us.
    “Oh shut it,” Tate says. “You know he likes to make a good impression.”
    “Really? We’re on lockdown. We’re missing out on our lives, and Milo is worried about good impressions? Give me a break,” Noah says.
    I’m so with Noah – I need a break! I need a break from Deacon drama, Milo’s eyes, and bock-bock-Baccarini. I make a mad dash between Tate and Noah toward the stairs. I absolutely cannot listen to Aralie cluck Benji’s last name. I can’t bear the humility of Tate and Noah laughing while Milo tries to play Mr. Nice Guy because he pities me and my misfortune.
    “Chloe!” Mom yells after me.
    Oh God, please don’t make me come back in there and listen to this. I was there. I know all too well what went down.
    “Can you please go relieve Benji of Emery? He’s been in Saturnite Hell since you left,” she says.
    I nod and continue my ascend toward Mr. Baccarini.
    For once, I don’t mind dealing with Emery.
     
    I manage to stay hidden within Emery’s Saturn-covered walls for two hours. We sort out her five zillion plastic beads by color so she can bake them later and make suncatchers. She wants to make a blue and green one for Benji. We string together six attempts at a friendship bracelet until we finally have one that looks boyish enough. The blue string frays a bit, but I don’t point it out because I don’t want to go for a seventh attempt. It’s for Benji.
    But aside from making things for Mr. Bock-Bock-Baccarini, Emery has enlightened me on all things Spaceships Around Saturn. 1) Noah is a jerkface – Emery’s words – until he has his strawberry milk each day, but then he’s fun. That’s what Benji told her anyway. 2) Tate laughs at everything. 3) Milo is way too serious and acts like a grown up. Emery says he’s really boring. 4) Benji sings in the shower. 5) Jules smells like crushed ladybugs, but I’m pretty sure it’s his cigarettes that Emery smells on him.
    Aralie screams down the hallway, and I knock over a bowl of pink beads in the process of jumping up. Emery’s eyes widen, but I don’t stop her from following me. Clothes fly around in the hallway as soon as we step out of Emery’s room.
    “Who do you think you are?” Aralie screams. “I’m not your mom or your maid or whatever you have on tour!”
    Jules tumbles backward out of her room. Two T-shirts and a pair of jeans fly out of her door and smack him in the chest.
    He regains his composure and leans back toward her room.
    “You said you were doing laundry