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CHAPTER 7 It was eleven before Kennedy cleared off the breakfast table and started a load of dishes. Woong had helped her make pancakes, except his version of helping involved asking about a dozen questions about each of the ingredients and why she was adding them in the way she was (“’Cause I’ve watched my mom make pancakes millions of times before, and she doesn’t ever do it like that”). She finally got hold of Carl and Sandy just before noon. They hadn’t heard the reports about Medford Academy closing but decided to head straight home. Kennedy felt bad that their anniversary getaway was cut short, but she was grateful she wouldn’t have to stay here worrying about Woong by herself for much longer. Woong was busy cleaning up his room. At least, that’s what he was supposed to be doing,