“Why don’t you guys eat together and I’ll go up to my room?” Sharon suggests. “There’s plenty there for an extra person. Are you hungry, James?”
“Starving,” he admits.
“I don’t want to do that to you in your own house though,” I protest.
“No need to worry about that,” Sharon says, as she goes into the dining room and grabs her food. “There’s a show I’ve been meaning to catch up on anyway. Don’t mind me.”
Sharon grabs her food and leaves while James goes into the kitchen and fixes himself a plate. We sit at the table and face each other as if we aren’t nearly as closely bonded as we are.
“Food is a good idea, I guess,” I say. “Better to discuss things while we’re not hangry. But I’m still not sure what needs to be discussed.
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