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have enough other stuff to get ridiculous about.”
    He hesitates. “I don’t want to cause them any more stress.”
    I pause. “No, it’s cool. I’ll talk to my mom. She’s starting to dig you a little.”
    “She is?”
    “Don’t tell her I told you.”
    I can hear the smile in his voice. “Okay, well, if Trey and Rowan need to get out, they can come along. If you want.”
    I think about it for a moment. I want to be alone with Sawyer, but the bratty cousins will be home soon, and Rowan and Trey need underwear as much as I do. “Yeah,” I say reluctantly. “I’ll ask them. Even though I just want to be alone with you.”
    “Me too, baby,” he says, and I can hear the longing in his voice. It makes my chest hurt. “But they could probably use a break too.”
    “Yeah. Make it forty-five minutes.” We hang up.
    •  •  •
    Forty-five minutes later, Mom and Dad are sitting at the table with a woman from the insurance company. Trey and Rowan are ready to go, and my mother seems distractedly relieved to hear we’re going shopping for underwear. Sawyer comes to the door with two paper sacks full of stuff from him and Kate, like fingernail clippers and tampons and hairbrushes and razors and crazy hair product and a huge bag of makeup samples from Sephora, which is a store I’d totally shop at if I gave a shitabout makeup and had a million dollars. Rowan squeals when she sees it.
    My father looks up from the kitchen table, pulled from his thoughts, and his eyes travel from Sawyer’s shifting stance to Rowan’s delighted expression. Mom watches Dad, but Dad doesn’t say anything. He turns his attention back to the insurance woman, and we’re home free. “Be back by six,” my mom calls after us. “Don’t eat any junk.”
    I almost cry at that. I don’t know why, other than it sounds so normal.
    •  •  •
    We stop at the ATM to get money, thankful all three of us deposited our latest stash of tip money on Saturday, so we didn’t lose much. We head to the underwear section of the local everything store. Over the course of thirty minutes, Sawyer transforms from suspicious-looking ladies’ department fringe creeper to active participant in camisole and bra fetching. I think it helps that as soon as Trey grabs his boxer briefs and a few other necessities from the men’s department, he begins roaming our section, letting everyone know how he feels about the various “design collections.” We get some clothes, too, but not very many, because, as Trey points out, we’re not really sure if we’re going to need our savings for other things . . . like a place to live. Because we definitely don’t want to live in Aunt Mary’s living room forever.
    In electronics we pick up phone chargers for the whole family, which Sawyer insists on paying for. We buy a few snacks to replenish Aunt Mary’s cupboards, and then we go. When Sawyer drops us off at five forty-five, Trey and Rowan take the bags inside. And Sawyer and I finally get a few moments of privacy in the car.
    Sawyer reaches for my hand. He kisses each knuckle and looks at me with his sweet, sweet eyes, and then he slides his free hand through my hair and leans in, kissing me, our entwined fingers trapped between his chest and mine, our hearts beating through them, and I feel like the fire is inside me now.
    After a moment we break apart and I glance nervously at the house windows, but nobody’s spying. Sawyer traces my wet lips with his thumb.
    “Let me know if you need anything,” he says.
    “I will.”
    “You going to school tomorrow?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Good. I felt weird being there without you today.”
    I nod and look down. “Does everybody know?”
    “Yes. It was pretty much the topic of the morning. People are sorry. Mr. Polselli wanted me to tell you he’s glad your family is okay.”
    “That was nice of him.” Suddenly I don’t want to go to school. It’s going to be awkward, not for the first time thisyear. I glance