face.
âI think weâve got a diaper mess,â she said. âIâll be right back.â
âLet Mr. Funny Guy do it,â Mr. Mills said, and gave a stern look to Jason.
âIâll do it. I was going to anyway,â Jason said, not believably, getting up and taking the baby. âYou all act like you know me, but you donât get the real me at all, okay? Letâs keep that straight.â
They all laughed at tough Jason. Naomi covered her mouth when she laughed or when she was eating. You could still see the laughter in her eyes, though. I stood up after Jason to refill my glass of water from the pitcher on the table. I was used to having soda with dinner, but with fancy food like this, water was fine.
âSo, Walter,â Denise started a few seconds later, just as Naomi said, âYouâre a senior, right?â I wasnât sure who to respond to before Naomi continued. âYouâre in Jasonâs grade?â
âJasonâs grade? Yeah, Jason and I are seniors.â She knew what grade Jason was in. âYouâre a what?â I said, pretending I didnât know she was a junior.
âJunior,â she said, lifting her eyebrows and looking down at her plate. âTwo more years until I graduate.â
âDonât say it like youâre getting out of prison,â Denise said. âYou do plenty and you know it.â
âUh-uh, I canât go to a simple concert,â Naomi said, picking up on a conversation Iâd guessed had been going on for a while. âJason gets to do whatever he wants, and he did last year, too.â
âThereâs going to be boys and alcohol there, and youâre not going,â Denise said. She picked up one food item at a time when she ate. Iâd already mushed my food into a pile resembling Kellyâs food at that point. âBesides, we have company, so this is not the time, okay?â
âWatch my eye roll, Mom. See this? This oneâs for you.â Naomi rolled her eyes.
âThat was an impressive eye roll,â I said. âJust the right amount of roll.â
âMom, Iâve never talked to a single boy, like, ever, okay?â Naomi said, before turning her head toward me. âDo you like the Foo Fighters, Walter?â
âThe Foo Fighters?â I asked. Naomiâs dense sarcasm was leaching into me like a virus. âOh, I just call them Uncle Daveâs band. Itâs hard to even think of them as a real-life band and not just Uncle Dave and his buddies jamming in the basement.â
âI need to meet your uncle Dave. Youâre the coolest,â Naomi deadpanned with a smile. âYou must be a huge rock fan with such impressive lineage.â
âI listen to all kinds of stuff,â I said. It was an honest answer. After my dad and I moved, I got really into music. Especially once high school started and I didnât really fit in anywhere, most of my time outside of school (and some of it in school) was spent searching for music, discovering classic albums and artists from any genre and era.
â No way ,â Naomi said with fake enthusiasm. âAll kinds of stuff? Thatâs my favorite, too!â
âItâs the only categorizing Iâll allow on my iPod, âAll Kinds Of Stuff.â Frank Sinatra is right next to the Fugees.â
âAnd Foo Fighters,â Naomi added, playing with the food on her plate.
âNo, theyâre under âUâ for âUncle Daveâs Band,ââ I said. We had an easy banter, unlike the one I had with my sister, which generally ended in a headlock or smack. This was a girl around my age, someone I wasnât actually related to. At school Iâd think of these kinds of retorts or jokes, but I never said them out loud. I never wanted the attention. But I wanted Naomiâs attention.
Mr. Mills finished off his plate and excused himself. He started bringing dishes to the
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