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afraid to be left alone with Patricia.
    We walked out the back door onto a large deck. Charlie lit up his cigarette, removed it from his mouth and offered it to me.
    “No, thank you,” I said.
    He smiled and nodded.
    “Writing for Rolling Stone I hear, Charlie,” James said.
    “Yeah-huh.”
    “That’s quite the gig.”
    “Thanks,” Charlie said, right before he inhaled.
    Charlie was one charming little son of a bitch. He looked over and stared me right in the eyes and smiled. He was not as physically gifted as his older brother, Frank, but he definitely had an indescribable aura of sex appeal to him. He was dripping with confidence. His smile belonged on the cover of a magazine. He leaned against the banister and planted his elbow down onto the wooden railing, as if he were posing for a photo. He knew damn well that he could have any girl he wanted.
    “You guys have plans while you’re in town?” Charlie asked.
    “We need to get the last of our Christmas shopping done. Otherwise, nothing. What about you?” James asked.
    “Oh, I’m all free,” he replied, smiling. “Just going to relax. Next assignment isn’t due for a month.”
    Charlie looked over at me again as he took a long drag from his cigarette. His eyes looked right into my soul through his orange shades. He blew the smoke out from his lungs slowly.
    “How long have you two been dating?” Charlie asked.
    “Almost a year,” I said.
    “Not quite six months,” James corrected me.
    “Live together?”
    “No,” James said.
    “We’re talking about it,” I added.
    Charlie smiled and nodded.
    “Cool.” Charlie said as he looked towards James. “I’m proud of you, buddy. She seems like a keeper to me.”
    James smiled.
    “Thanks,” I said.
    “You better treat her right,” Charlie told his brother.
    Charlie passed his cigarette to James. James accepted it, took a long drag.
    “James—” I said.  I had never seen him smoke anything.
    “What?” he said, handing the cigarette back.
    “Since when did you smoke?”
    He sighed and turned away from me. I was not sure what I had done to make him so standoffish. Was it me? Or was he just taking his familial frustrations out on me?
    Charlie looked at me and smiled.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was so captivating. I loved the way he sucked on his cigarette and the way he slowly blew the smoke back out into the air. His damned smile was hypnotizing and sent a rush of energy through my body.

CHAPTER SEVEN
ALONE AT HOME

    James took off after breakfast to get ‘the last of his Christmas gifts’. It was obvious he had not gotten me a gift yet when he said, “You should stay at home and rest for a while. You’re looking tired.”
    Apparently the only way he knew how to sneak out of the house was by being an asshole.
    My father and Frank were busy being mesmerized by a curling tournament on the television. I knew that I had to confront my dad at some point—at some point I needed to have a proper conversation with him. He continued on acting as if nothing was unusual—as if he had not been out of touch for half a decade, as if he had not married my boyfriend’s mother.
    I laid myself down on our bed and stared up at the ceiling. I contemplated going out into the living room and sitting with my dad and Frank as they watched that curling tournament, but that seemed like far too much stress on my—apparently—“tired looking body”.
    I scanned the room and began to think of ways to pass the time until James came home. There were stacks of photo albums in the corner of the room.
    I walked over to the stacks and picked up an album from the floor. It was filled with pages and pages of James and his brothers at all different ages. I placed down one of the albums and picked up another. It was labelled: Summer 2007 . The photos were all of a family vacation at a lovely tropical destination. James, Charlie and Frank, all a few years younger, were in their bathing suits on a big, sandy