Mittens and Zebra, the two gray striped cats that my parents have, chase each other across the living room, tumbling into one of their famous wrestling matches that they’ve been doing since they were kittens. Mittens swipes Zebra across the nose, and Zeb howls in pain.“You two are worse than kids. No respect for Jenni’s piano performance.”When Jenni finishes the song she’s playing, she looks up at me. “Hey, babe.” She gets up and walks up to me, slinging her arms around my shoulders. I try not to stiffen. It’s so strange having her touch me like this, but it’s nice too, which puts me on treacherous ground. I can’t enjoy this too much.“Wes,” my mom calls to my father. “Look at how adorable they are together.” She claps her hands giddily.Dad looks at us from over the book he’s reading in his favorite chair by the fireplace. “I see that.” He sets the book down and uncrosses his legs. “Is dinner ready yet?”“I’ll go check with Lidia.” She heads toward the kitchen.Jenni and I settle o
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