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“You’re a good boy, Mark. But if you turn out like my brother, I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth…” She disappeared into the kitchen along with her threat.
    Mark continued rubbing the glasses free of spots when Roz walked into the dining room.
    “Hey, Mark. How’s it going?” Roz looked around the tables. “Looks all set.”
    “Yeah, we’re doing okay.” He motioned to the chalkboard. “Aunt Stella has the specials up. She’s in the kitchen.” He set the glass down and picked up another. “So…um…where’s Miss Adams?”
    Roz cocked her head. Oh, he’s got it bad, she thought. “Well, it’s only nine o’clock. I’m sure she’s still in pleasant slumber.”
    Mark stared blankly off into space while he gently ran the cloth over the glass. She didn’t even want to know what was going through his hormone-laden mind.
    After a moment, Roz cleared her throat. “Um…I think that one is clean, kiddo.”
    The blush that rose from his neck to his cheeks was priceless. He quickly put the down the glass. “You know,” he said hesitantly, scratching at his chin. “I think I need to start shaving.”
    Roz peered closer and slipped on her reading glasses, which hung on her neck. “Yeah. I can see a whisker.”
    “You really think so?”
    “Sure. You’re old enough.”
    “I’ll be eighteen in December.”
    “Wow. Has AARP contacted you yet?”
    Mark laughed, then cleared his throat. “Roz, can I…can I ask you something?”
    Oh, please no…
    “Sure,” she said, walking behind the bar. She took the orange juice out of the cooler and poured two glasses.
    Mark sat on the barstool. “Thanks,” he said, taking the juice. He took a healthy drink before continuing, “How do you know you’re in love?”
    Roz nearly spit her juice all over him. She coughed and quickly wiped her chin. “Uh…”
    “I mean, I know you’re gay and all. And that’s cool. But you’re like a guy.”
    “Hey…” she said indignantly.
    “I don’t mean that in a bad way. You just like to do, ya know, outside stuff, and you love your mower.”
    “That is true. I do love that thing,” she said thoughtfully. “Wouldn’t you rather talk to your father?”
    “Oh, I don’t know,” Mark said, finishing the juice. He slid the glass back to Roz, who refilled it.
    “That’ll be two bits, pardnah .”
    “I don’t get it.”
    Roz waved him off. “Go on.”
    “And I can’t talk to Dad about this. Well, I could if he were ever home long enough. Or Aunt Stella, well, maybe.”
    Roz tried not to smile at the serious, yet miserable look on his face as he drank his orange juice.
    “So who’s the girl?”
    He avoided looking at her as he toyed with his glass. “Just someone.”
    “Does she know how you feel?”
    “God, no. She’d probably laugh in my face and think I was some sort of kid.”
    “Well…”
    Stella poked her head out of the kitchen. “Mark, I need you to go into town. I just dropped an entire carton of eggs on the floor. Go, go.”
    Mark finished his juice. “Okay,” he said, sounding dejected.
    Roz fished the keys out of her pocket and tossed them to Mark. “Take the Jeep.”
    He grinned, his love life woes all forgotten for the time being. “Can I put the top down?”
    “Sure,” she said.
    He ran out of the kitchen with a happy “thanks” over his shoulder. Roz sighed. “Ah, kids. I’m so glad I never had any.”
    “Any what?”
    Roz laughed when she saw Bess feel her way into the dining room while shielding her eyes against the morning sun. Roz snapped her fingers two or three times. “Over here, Magellan.”
      “Ah, there you are.”
    “Good morning.”
    “I’ll take your word for it.” She sat at the bar and rubbed her temples. “Who plied me with so much alcohol last night?”
    “You did it on your own. You and Stella insisted on doing your own wine tasting. And actually, it wasn’t that much. You are getting older.”
    Bess groaned. “That’s right. The merlot won