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last thing she wanted to worry about.
    “ Rachel?” said a voice that she didn’t recognize as her brother’s.
    “ Just a minute!” Rachel shouted back, rinsing the shampoo from her hair and beginning to condition it.
    “ I’ll uh.” There was a pause. “I’ll be in the kitchen, okay?” the voice said, sounding less bold than before.
    Rachel rinsed the conditioner out of her hair and finished up her shower.
    Quickly, she dried off and got dressed.
    Rachel took the time to apply a light layer of foundation and some mascara, just to help define her eyes, nothing too gaudy, she wasn’t the type of girl to over apply her facial products, she wasn’t trying to sell anything but she did want to look like she cared.
    After it was all said and done Rachel looked at herself in the mirror. She looked just as she had expected to look. Everything was in place and put together. Not a piece was out of order. She was Rachel Gunn and she looked the part.
    Now, to deal with the oddity in her kitchen.
    Rachel made her way down the stairs in her bare feet, leaving her shoes and hat upstairs for the time being.
    She glanced at the grandfather clock on the second floor landing as she passed it and felt more confusion rising in her gut. It was barely eight.
    The quiche wouldn’t be ready for another ten minutes and she was almost positive that Ethan, Logan and Kelly were sleeping.
    They had complained bitterly all the day before about being sleep deprived and needing a good rest.
    They had no interest in the itinerary that Rachel had made up for them to follow and all they wanted to do, it seemed, was drink beer and play video games in the basement.
    She had left them to do their own thing around seven o’clock at night and had heard the bombs going off from some Xbox game well into the night. They should be sleeping.
    But as Rachel turned the corner her eyes laid on the thin back of Kelly Hill. High school dropout. But really, so much more than that.
    “ Hey.” Rachel alerted him to her presence and he turned around, looking almost startled.
    “ Hey.” He said back, his face showing little to no emotion on it, then he smiled, not a lot, but enough to let her know that he was thinking about something.
    “ Was that you...?” Rachel trailed off, trying to think of the words that would finish her sentence without alluding to the fact that they had spoken while she was in the shower.
    “ Yeah,” Kelly didn’t make her finish, “I was wondering if you wanted anymore help with breakfast.”
    Rachel stared at him a little longer than was proper. Why was he even here?
    “Um. Sure.” She nodded at the fridge, “You can help cut up the fruit.”
    “ Sounds good.” Kelly put his hands on the tan counter top of the island in the middle of the kitchen, “Where do I start?”
    “ We need to get the fruit, first.” Rachel blinked, her face unable to come up with a pleasant expression. He clearly had something more he wanted to say. Why wasn’t he just out with it?
    Kelly opened the refrigerator door and started poking around before he was given proper instructions.
    “Grab the cantaloupe and strawberries.” She had made sure to go grocery shopping before she had to pick them up, but she was afraid that maybe she hadn’t gotten enough food now.
    Once the specified fruit was out on the countertop and Rachel had acquired a cutting board and knife, she began to wash the fruit.
    Kelly instinctively began to wash the items and lay them out on a folded up towel to dry, “It was really nice of you to help us out yesterday,” He said with his back turned to Rachel. “Sorry we were late.”
    Again, surprised by Kelly’s attitude, Rachel was taken aback, but she brushed it off like she hadn’t even noticed it. “Oh it was no problem. It’s hard to gauge those things when you’re traveling.”
    She got down a green bowl and began slicing the cantaloupe. “I mean, it’s not like you were that late.”
    Kelly gave her a sideways