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I was deep into calculus after dinner tonight when there was a knock at my door.
“Cat?” Peter called. “Can I come in?”
That was kind of odd, but I said, “Sure.”
I get along with my little brother just fine, but we don’t really have a habit of stopping by each other’s rooms to chat. His hair was wet from the shower and he was already wearing his sleep T-shirt and shorts.
He sat on the floor just inside my door, like he was afraid to come all the way in. “Can I ask you something?”
Uh-oh. For a minute I thought he was going to continue grilling me about why I’d hung up my spatula.
But I played it cool. “Sure. I’m ready for a break.”
“Um ... you know the café thing you and Amanda used to do?”
“Yeah.”
Peter picked at my carpeting. “Is she ... gonna come back? You know, and be your
