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Thanksgiving holiday tonight. But Jack
     had to stay home with Colette and Elodie, her three-year-old twin stepsisters. Luckily J.P. had come over to help out. Jack
     wrinkled her nose as she yanked open the glass cabinet next to the flat-screen television and flipped past an entire collection
     of Gérard Depardieu films. Her dad had such an embarrassingly obvious French fetish.
    “I don’t care,” J.P. called from the adjacent playroom.
    “What are you doing?” Jack stood and pulled her jeans further up her hips. Her Antik Denims had felt a tiny bit tight when
     she put them on this morning, and they definitely weren’t the best pants for crawling around on the floor.
    She stood in the doorway of the pink-and-purple playroom, where J.P. was wedged into a chair at a tiny white wooden table,
     a pink teacup balanced on his knee. Elodie sat across from him, and Colette was in the corner of the room, lying on Theo,
     a stuffed polar bear that had been Jack’s when she was a child. Originally white, now the oversize stuffed animal was a dingy
     gray. Jack had never liked stuffed animals, but it still bothered her that her dad had gone through all of the trouble to
save
the toy, only to give it to the stepbrats.
    “Tea?” J.P. asked. He winked as he held the cup out to her.
    “Jack’s not invited!” Colette cried, jumping off Theo as if to physically bar Jack from entering the room.
    “No, she’s not. J.P. is ours!” Elodie added.
    “Well, good, because I don’t like tea. I only like vodka.” Jack tried to sound less annoyed than she felt. Who were
they
to tell her she wasn’t invited to their tea party? She was their sister, for fuck’s sake!
    “I think we could arrange a private v-o-d-k-a party,” J.P. said, raising an eyebrow.
    “Guess what, girls? It’s bedtime!” Jack lied. Her Rolex only said seven thirty. Not like they knew how to tell time, thank
     God.
    It was strange to actually spend time with the stepbrats, after years of pretending they didn’t exist. Colette and Elodie
     both had light blond hair like their former yoga instructor mom, Rebecca, but their freckly faces and slightly upturned noses
     looked like Jack’s when she was a toddler. Of course, even back when Jack was three, she wouldn’t have been caught dead in
     the Pepto-Bismol pink matching Bonpoint outfits Rebecca had dressed them in.
    “No!” Elodie whined.
    “Vodka!” Colette yelled randomly as she wandered over to J.P., wrapping her arms around him. Elodie crossed her arms and stuck
     her tongue out at Jack.
    “Sorry, girls. Party’s over. It’s bedtime for me, too.” J.P. stood up awkwardly, Colette still clinging to his khaki-clad
     leg.
    “You okay, gorgeous?” J.P. whispered into Jack’s auburn hair.
    Jack nodded, even though she felt kind of weird. She knew it should be adorable to watch her boyfriend play with her step-siblings,
     but it wasn’t. Watching J.P. with Colette and Elodie was like watching her life, fast-forwarded ten years. Was this what it
     was going to be like when they had kids?
    “Come
on
!” Jack leaned down and pried Colette’s disconcertingly sticky hand off J.P.’s leg.
    “Ow!” Colette whined. “You
hurted
me. Mean Jack!”
    “Mean Jack!” Elodie chanted, using her tiny hands to hit Jack’s knees.
    “Bed,” Jack hissed, hooking her hands under Elodie’s armpits and picking her up. “If you don’t go to bed, you might never
     see Theo again.”
    Colette’s large blue eyes widened in horror. She opened her tiny mouth and let out a wail. Elodie soon followed suit.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
    “Okay, ladies!” J.P. leaned down and scooped up Colette, then deftly grabbed Elodie from Jack. He balanced one twin on each
     hip as if he’d been doing this for years. “Jack was just kidding about Theo. Ready for bed?”
    “
No!
” Elodie shouted. Colette took up the chorus, their fair, freckly faces turning a dangerous, tomato red.
    “Want to just put in a movie they can watch