After class, I stop by my dad’s house to pick up a few more things. My driver, Paul, helps me load the car. We drive back to the apartment, and I continue to unpack. At around five, I begin to make dinner. Max walks in just as I am about to plate the food.“What is that?” he asks in a disgusted tone.“It’s chili,” I reply. “Since it was cold out today, I decided to make chili. Do you not like it?”Max shakes his head, “It smells awful.”“Would you like me to make you something different?” I ask.“No, the house already reeks. I’ll eat it.”I nod, “Okay, I put crackers and things on the table. Would you like me to eat with you?”Max shakes his head, “No, I prefer eating a lone.”“Alright, I will bring your food in just a moment to the dining room,” I tell him. Max just nods and leaves.I put his food and drink on the table. Max walks out of his room after changing and says, “My father asked to have dinner with us tomorrow. I guess he thought the lunches you packed for me were decent. Tr
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