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    “What’s this all about?” she asks.
    “Mom!” I grab her arm and squeeze it, talking low and fast.   “Don’t let him stay for dinner!   Tell Jersey no!   Tell him Mick’s busy!   Tell him we don’t have enough food!   Tell him … tell him … tell him you’re dying of a dread disease and don’t have time to host guests for dinner anymore!”
    She smiles at me.   “What’s gotten into you?   Are you okay?   How’d the doctor’s go?”
    “Mom! Are you even listening to me?!   I’m serious!”
    Jersey walks up with Mick’s hand in his.   “This is Mickey Mouse and I want him to come to dinner.”
    Mick holds out his hand.   “Hello, Mrs …”
    “Torres.   But you can call me Linda,” my mom the traitor says.
    I glare at her but she ignores me completely.   In fact, the smile on her face says she’s enjoying this way too much.   I would pinch her on the butt if Mick wasn’t looking right at her.
    “You’re welcome to stay, Mick.   We have plenty of food.”
    “That’s okay.   I was just trying to reach my brother to get a lift home.”
    She reaches out and takes his wrist.   “Nonsense.   You’re staying here for dinner and Quinlan can take you home after dessert.”
    “Quinlan?” he asks me as he’s being led away, an evil grin lighting up his face.
    I shake my head and give him the death-ray glare, mouthing every cuss word I know in his direction.
    All he does is smile.   And then he has the absolute gall to wink at me.

CHAPTER FIVE

    I’M IN THE BATHROOM, SITTING on a closed toilet lid with my cell phone pressed to my ear.   “Come on, come on, pick up the phone, Tea-Tea...”
    “Hello, sweetie cakes, what’s up?”
    I want to scream when I hear her say that.   “What the fuck is wrong with all you people?” I say in a whisper-growl.
    “Well, that’s an interesting way to start a phone call,” Teagan says, a smile in her voice.
    “Since when did you start calling me sweetie cakes?”
    “Since today, I guess.   You got a problem with it?”
    “No.   But I do have a problem with everyone doing shit that I don’t expect, okay? So if you could just go back to being the old scowly grumpy Teagan for right now, that would be first-class.   Seriously.”
    “Wow, who shit in your Wheaties?”
    “Good. That’s better.   Mick shit in my Wheaties if you must know.”
    “Mick?   Mick as in Rebel’s Mick?”
    “Yes.   His little brother.   The ass-kissing, hot sexy, liar, jerk face, … guy in my house right now, sitting down to eat dinner with my whole frigging family.   That guy.”
    My mother’s voice comes in faintly through the wood of the bathroom door. “Quuuiiinlaaaan … diiiiinnnerrr!”
    “Fuck me sideways, it’s dinner time.”   I rest my elbow on the counter and put my forehead in my hand.   My head has suddenly become too heavy to be carried by my neck alone.
    “So, go have dinner,” Teagan says.
    “Stop acting all casual like that!” I yell, jerking my head off my hand so I can flap my fingers all over the place.   “I can’t just go have dinner!”
    “Uh … am I missing something?”
    I bang my phone on my forehead a few times to get a grip on my temper.   “Yes.   I forgot to tell you about my shitcake of a day.”
    “Okay, tell me.”
    “You left Mick here and Jersey glommed onto him like stink on poo, and then Mick ended up following us to the doctor’s office where he heard all kinds of awful shit about Jersey doing shit he shouldn’t be doing and now he’s here for dinner too!”
    “Wow, you move fast.   When’s the wedding?”
    “It wasn’t me!   It was Jersey!   And Mick!   They’re in some sort of evil plan together to make me insane.”   I huff out some air to push my hair off my forehead.   “You won’t frigging believe what those two have been doing.”
    “Maybe he’s just trying to get laid.   By you, I mean, not Jersey.”
    “You know what?   That would be fine, because in all