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Eight

He said he would call.

Did he say that in the way people do when they actually don't mean to but only say it as a courtesy?

Or, is he expecting me to call him?

No. He's the one who left in the middle of things and said he would contact me.

What would I say, anyway, if I called him first? Tell him I can't stop thinking about him?

Maybe he changed his mind…

“The rice is ready.”

I look across the kitchen to my sister. “What?”

“The rice,” she says, pointing to the rice cooker behind me on the counter.

“Oh,” I mutter, turning to check it. I had forgotten all about it.

“Did you get dumped or something?” she says a minute later when I carry bowls and plates to the kitchen table.

“What?” I ask, giving her a puzzled look.

“Your mind has been elsewhere since you got home.”

“No, it hasn’t,” I say, filling a bowl with beef stew and passing it to her.

She narrows her eyes as she studies me, as if she doesn’t believe any of that. “You kept looking at your phone as if you were waiting for a mes
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