Everyone crowded around the small table. Aunt Livia’s eyes were locked on Douglas. Her mom fussed with her hair and straightened some offending object on the table setting. Jess seemed to be drifting off, uninterested in the other people at the table or the food. Her focus was over Cory’s head, staring to the darkness outside the sliding door. Cory knew she had called Dad again. She also knew that Jess told him she had to stay with him over the summer or she wouldn’t be able to go to that dance camp thing. Judging by her zombie imitation, that must have gone well.
Wow, another cheery family holiday.
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