![]() ![]() I’ve eaten countless meals at the Asolas’ dinner table, and Falcon was responsible for convincing my mom to incorporate such horrors as asparagus, sardines, and lentils into her cooking. Ever since the summer we became friends we’ve been moving between the two houses with very little thought about who lives where. “Oh.” Now I feel stupid because Falcon will definitely be there. Law looks like he isn’t sure if I’m kidding or not. “My siblings?” I offer with all the confidence of a kid who’s just been asked a question about the homework he hasn’t even opened. Who else is going to be there for the holidays?” He gives me one of those raised-brow, meaningful looks, and I just stare back with a blank face because I have zero clue what he’s talking about. “No, I don’t,” he says, and before I can argue, he continues, “Think about it. He shakes his head and flops onto his back. You’re coming home with me,” I announce grandly. “No, you’ll just end up at the gym, and I’m sorry, I kind of tolerate exercise now, but that is no way to spend a holiday. ![]() It’s not like I spend the day crying into the pillow,” he jokes. ![]()
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