I took a shower at a remarkable speed and took a look at the outfit Adam had laid out. A black suit, just like his, and it had clearly been sewn to my size. I had no idea how he even got my measurements, but I was grateful.Adam wanted me to eat something before we went to the funeral, but I refused. I was feeling far too queasy for it.“Let’s go get some hotpot after,” I told him. “Go out to the city, make a date out of it?”Adam boggled at me.“You want to get hotpot for breakfast?”“Hangover, remember?”“Yeah, but hotpot?”“I’ve got a stomach of steel, and that’s what I’m really craving,” I said, “and a Cheeto, egg, and cheese sandwich for dessert.”Adam snickered. “You and your bizarre cravings.”I hadn’t been serious about it, and I wasn’t feeling hungry at all. But the conversation lightened the atmosphere a little and made Adam smile.I considered it a win.Outside the Kennedy mansion, his parents were waiting. His uncle’s family had left after New Year’s, after having bought a
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