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I’ve said enough,” she said. Which obviously wasn’t true because she kept asking Jack questions.
    The whole time she interrogated Jack, Eric shot me looks that had my heart flipping out. I buzzed inside with that feeling that you get with someone when nothing is actually defined and there are no words to express what you are to each other. Where you have hopes and desires and a kind of happy tingle that those things will become a reality but you kinda just like the feeling of nothing being definite too and you want to ride that wave of potential, holding onto those feelings, until the moment everything is spoken and it becomes an accepted reality.
    “Leave them alone now, love,” said Eric-Papa. “They are grown men and they’ll survive being off on their own.”
    He smiled at Eric-Mama. I’d forgotten he was even there until he’d spoken.
    I t kinda messed with my head that Eric would be going off doing this tour and I'd have ages of waiting before I'd see him again and maybe, during that time, he'd be out partying and meeting heaps of girls and he'd totally forget about me. It wasn't that I didn't trust him. Sure, if we were in a relationship and committed to each other then I'd trust him completely but we weren't, so that gave him a free pass.
    A lot of people think I'm a pretty free and easy person. They make assumptions when they see the way I look but I've never been into casual sex. I'm not all judgey about it. If other girls want to sleep around then what do I care? It's their vagina, they can do what they want with it. It just doesn't work for me. It's not a moral thing, it's just that the sex is usually not that good so I figure what's the point? Why make the effort with some guy I'm never going to see again? That's just a waste of good sleep time. But I wondered if, with Eric, I should maybe give him something to go on before he left.
    "So , is Wednesday night good for you, Metal Face?"
    I turned to Eric-Mama, confused. I'd been lost in my thoughts. Eric scowled at her.
    "I mean, Angie... ” she added. “Is Wednesday night okay for you to come to dinner?"
    "Yeah , sure," I said.
    Meaning I'd rather dunk my head into a bucket of entrails. I guess I had to do it though. Eric wrapped his fingers around my hand and squeezed. I really appreciated his moral support. I mean it'd be her and me alone. No one else there to defuse the situation. That scared the hell out of me.
    Hannah shot me a quizzical look and I gave her an "I'll explain later" look in return.
    Then Eric-Mama loaded the table up with food and all thoughts except for getting that meat in my belly were forgotten. I loaded my plate up with food then noticed that, while Eric-Mama didn't actually say anything, she did give me a look of pure disdain. Even though I had far, far less food than Hannah. I mean, just because Hannah is naturally thin, why should she get to eat more than me? It wasn't right.
    All the biting my tongue and not saying what I really thought gave me an appetite. I was pretty sure it wasn’t healthy to subvert your feelings but I wanted to give it a chance, for Eric's sake.
    As we ate, his leg rubbed against mine. Just enough for me to know he was there, like a cat. I tried not to grin, which was easy while we were eating, but not so easy when my mouth was empty.
    Halfway through dinner, someone pounded on the door. Jack got up to open it.
    "Hey, I'm not too late for dinner am I?"
    Spud crashed into the room with a girl that looked vaguely familiar. I thought she was the girl he’d gone home with after the party on the first night of the tour. She clung to his arm, giggling. He grabbed a chair and sat down, pulling her onto his knee. She flopped around and knocked one of the bowls onto the floor then giggled. For a moment, nobody said a word. The girl had her arms around his neck and both of them seemed unaware of the disturbance they'd caused.
    Eric-Mama jumped up to clean the mess but Jack motioned for her to sit down and