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The next day, Paul’s last class ended at four-thirty in the afternoon, and Jimmy was done with his chores a little after five. Good thing too, because Eric would be back from Florida and in for dinner around six.
I quickly took a shower and began preparing the meal. Usually, he liked the sophisticated stuff like lobster or complicated duck sauces or whatever, but he never complained about eating my lasagna or ravioli or stroganoff.
Like the apology dinner he’d made me a couple of weeks ago, I was trying to cook him a let’s-solve-whatever-the-problem-is-and-go-back-to-normal dinner. It was time for me to really put Leo out of my mind, and to remember I had always been crazy about Eric. Besides, after my father’s support and understanding, there was little that could put off my mood.
