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affected him. She carried on, “You're probably unlovable. Why else would nobody have adopted you by now?!” As soon as the words left her mouth she wanted to take them back. She always seemed to lash out in anger, saying things she'd regret.
    “Violet!” Lily scolded under her breath at the same time Aunt Naomi shouted at Violet not to yell at her son that way, and that he wasn't adopted sooner because he was meant to be their son, causing Parker to snap his head in her direction in surprise. It was that moment that would stop him from running away with Ava that night. He’d never had someone stick up for him before and liked the way it felt.
    Violet curled in her lips, ashamed at her outburst but too proud and stubborn to apologize.
    Maggie pushed past Violet with a shove, forcing her to feel her anger. That had always been a blessing and a curse with the triplets – they knew one another’s thoughts and emotions without having to see or hear them.
    Maggie walked right up to Ava, who was still tucked next to her brother looking like she wanted to cry. Maggie put on a big welcoming smile, “Come on, Ava. Let me show you around.”
    Ava gave her a shy smile, taking Maggie's extended hand. Maggie led the way to the track to show her the go-karts, excitedly telling her all about them.
    “Hey, wait up!” Wes hollered, running to join them. The two spent the next hour – really the rest of the day – trying to outdo each other with who could impress Ava the most. Xavier also joined them. He was Wes’s best friend, and loved to tease Maggie, always pulling on her ponytail and finding ways to irritate her.
    Violet decided to join her mom's younger brothers. They always had the funniest stories to tell and acted like big kids.
     
    The second Violet found an opportunity to slip away unnoticed she seized it, swiping a cupcake as she went. She got lost in the cupcake. It was so yummy, maybe the best thing she'd ever eaten. She didn't even notice the person bent over, peering into the hood of her baby, a nineteen-fifties Plymouth Deluxe convertible that she had picked up from a junkyard on a trip with Malik, costing her several months’ allowance.
    Violet had become so engrossed with licking the frosting off her fingers that she didn’t notice the intruder until she was almost to the entrance of the five car garage her family's home was built around.
    She stormed right over to Parker, “This garage is off limits!”
    He didn't budge, continuing his inspection of her baby, “Whoever is working on this doesn't know shit about cars.”
    His insult infuriated Violet, not caring that he was right. This was her private place and he was ruining it with his presence. As she opened her mouth to yell at him to get lost, he began explaining what should have been done. She quickly snapped her lips shut and leaned over to get a look at what he was pointing to.
    “Wow, where did you learn all that?” She marveled after he had finished, impressed by his knowledge (which was limited but far greater than her own).
    “The last foster home I lived at was near an auto shop. The guys there let me hang around and watch them work. They taught me a few things.”
    Parker took initiative, grabbing some tools, trying to fix her mistakes.
    Even though it irritated Violet, she remained silent, more curious to watch what he was going to do. She spent the rest of the day absorbing as much as she could.
    Neither one of them spoke, but neither one minded either.
    When it was time for Parker to leave, Violet appreciated that he put the tools back exactly where he had found them.
    The next time the Stones visited the tracks, Parker worked some more on Violet's car while she continued to watch. This became their tradition. Over time, she’d learned enough from watching that they'd work on it together or on separate parts, never talking or really acknowledging the other.
    Violet still didn't like Parker, more so as she heard the hell he was putting