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wanted to ask but didn’t quite know how.
    “So, Pops, what are we going to do now?”
    It’s startling. My dad looks at him, and at first his face goes to that normal sternness that we’ve gotten so used to recently, as if Trey was acting up. But then it softens. “We have insurance,” Dad says. “We’re going to be okay.”
    “Well, are you going rebuild the restaurant or what?” Rowan asks.
    Dad looks at Mom.
    “We don’t know yet,” Mom says. “We’re trying to figure that out.”
    I sit up. “What would you do if you don’t rebuild? Do you know how to do anything else?”
    Mom laughs and looks offended.
    “I didn’t mean it like that,” I say, even though I think I did. I can’t imagine my parents doing anything else. Especially my dad. I’d like to see him get his butt out of bed for a regular job day in and day out.
    “And what about our house?” Rowan asks. She glances at Aunt Mary. “I mean, we love you and all, but we can’t live here forever.”
    “We’re working on it,” my father says. “We’ll know more soon. We’re trying to figure everything out.”
    The room erupts into loud conversation about our options, with the cousins giving animated ideas of what my parents could do for a living instead of running a restaurant, such as joining the circus or being professional birthday party clowns. Trey and Rowan get into it, and the house turns back into a typical boisterous family gathering once more. When the doorbell rings, I get up to answer it like I live here.
    And it’s Ben.
    I stare at him, at first confused by how he knew where to find us, but then I gather my senses. “Come in,” I say,and a delighted grin spreads across my face. “It’s really great to see you.”
    “Hey,” he says. “I’m so sorry. Sawyer called me. I’m—I can’t believe it.”
    “I know.” I usher him in. He looks a little frightened by the noise coming from the dining room. “Don’t be scared. This is our typical decibel level whenever the family gets together.”
    “I don’t want to intrude.”
    “You’re not. In fact, I think you will lift the spirits of more than just me by your presence.” I grin, and he blushes.
    I drag him through the breezeway and into the kitchen, which is connected to the dining room, and when Trey notices us, he stops talking midsentence. He shoves his chair back and stands up. His face betrays just how much it means to him to see Ben. Everybody stops talking and turns to look at what Trey is looking at. Ben waves nervously.
    “Hi, um,” he says, not sure which of the adults to address.
    “This is our friend Ben,” I say. At the name, Rowan perks up, and I remember she’s never met him. I introduce everybody.
    “I’m sorry about the fire,” Ben says. “You must be, uh, really shocked and sad . . .”
    Trey springs to life and comes to Ben’s rescue. Herushes over and turns Ben around and guides him back to the breezeway so they can talk, and Rowan whispers, “He’s so cute!”
    “I know,” I say.
    “Why can’t you go out with him instead of that other one?” my father booms too loudly, but for once there’s no anger in his tired voice.
    I stare at him. “Seriously? There are so many things wrong with that question that I don’t know where to start,” I say.
    “What is that supposed to mean? It’s just a question.”
    “He’s gay, Dad,” Rowan says, licking the frosting off her fork.
    “Oh. Well, why didn’t you just say that?”
    “He’s not Italian,” Uncle Vito remarks.
    “So?” Mom’s eyes flash. She turns to me. “Is he—are he and Trey—?”
    I shrug. It’s not for me to say.
    However, there’s Rowan. “They made out.”
    “God, Ro,” I say, and I start laughing. “They didn’t, actually. Poor Ben.”
    “Why poor Ben?” Mom says, bristling. “We’re good people. What’s wrong with us? Is he too good for us?”
    “No, he’s just scared to death.”
    “He’s not Italian,” Uncle Vito says