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Scarlett
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"Come on, Scarlett. Just one more," Mrs. Torres told me as she shoved another helping of lasagna on my plate.
"Mom, at this rate, she is going to never come back to our home again," Ethan's little brother, Eric warned his mother, literally facepalming.
Before Mrs. Torres or I could respond, Emmy beat us to it.
"Well, if my boyfriend's mother gave me such good food and encouraged me to eat more, I would never leave that house. I hope I get someone like that, though," Emmy said wistfully, forking some more lasagna.
"Oh yeah, no guys coming within your vicinity until you are thirty. So lose your thoughts," Eric threatened her. All of us at the table bit in a laugh. Or at least me and Mrs. Torres.
Ethan was tense, offering just a strained smile but he nodded
