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put my arm around her and whispered into her ear.  “I’d love to stay for dinner.”
                  She turned her face sideways to look at me.
                  “Really?” She said as she smiled. 
                  “Yeah really.  I’ve got some extra clothes in the truck.  I’m gonna change in the pool-house and then I’ll be back. Ok?”  My hand had moved to her lower back and as I spoke I ran circles with my palm trying to assure her.
                  “Ok” She said and went inside and I went to the truck to get my clothes. 
                  I changed and washed my arms and face in the pool-house bathroom.  I went inside and I had never smelled something so amazing in all my life.
                  “Wow, what did you cook?” My stomach rumbled and agreed with my assessment.
                  “It’s just pasta Abel, jeez.” She laughed it off.
                  “Did your Mom teach you to cook,” I asked her.
                  “My mom doesn’t cook.  But at Wellsley, they make us take three years of Home Management.  Cooking, cleaning, trophy wife skills, you know.” She laughed at it and I couldn’t imagine that she’d ever be someone’s trophy wife.  Not that she didn’t physically fit the part; but I had a feeling that no one could keep this girl from saying what she wanted.
                  “Ahh, so you lived there.  Musta been lonely.” Good job Abel, way to make the conversation really depressing.
                  She stopped stirring and I knew I had hit a nerve without really meaning to. 
                  “I had friends.  People to get into mischief with but they came and went from year to year, sometimes month to month.  It was like I was one of the bricks in the building.  I was part of that school, other people were students and guests.  It was weird.  But it was better than home.  My mom and dad give robots a whole new meaning.”
                  She turned around and gave me a smile and I felt honored that she trusted me enough already to tell me something so personal. 
                  “What about you?  Tell me about your parents.”  There wasn’t much to tell but I felt like I should reciprocate.
                  “My Dad and mom are in their own world really.  They’re good parents, don’t’ get me wrong.  But sometimes they are so wrapped up in their own romance that they forget I’m around.  But it’s no big deal.  Better than robots I guess.” I shrugged not knowing what else to say. 
                  She filled two plates with pasta and salad and then put them both on the island.  I put the first bite in my mouth and it was the best thing I had ever eaten. 
                  “Wow, either you had a great teacher, or you were a great student.  Either way this is really good.” 
                  She smiled and finished chewing before answering. “Both.  We had a teacher who trained in Europe and when I started I couldn’t even boil an egg. I’m glad you like it.”
                  There was that blush again.  Apparently compliments brought it out.  And since I wanted to see much more of it, compliments it would be.
                  We talked more about her school and she asked me about mine but there wasn’t much to tell.  I went to a typical public high school.  I played Varsity soccer and had bastards for friends.  My mouth just ran of its own accord when I was around her.  Things I didn’t know I felt or knew just flew out.  We shared a love of all things zombie.  She loved the old movies and the new movies, cheesy and well-made and everything in between.  And didn’t that just make her perfect.
                               

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