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MOM WAS STILL SLEEPING when I woke the next morning. It was pretty odd, considering it was after ten and she never usually slept past eight.
“Hey,” I said to Nathan, who was eating a monstrous bowl of cereal and watching television at the kitchen counter.
He smirked. “It lives.”
“It also knows how to throw a right hook,” I answered, shuffling past him.
Nathan laughed with his mouth full. “Hey, guess who called for you this morning?” he asked, when he was done chewing.
Duncan? “Who?”
“The manager at that diner you put in an application for.”
I stared at him in surprise. “Wow, really?”
“Yeah, you’re supposed to call her back if you’re still interested in setting up an interview. Here.” He reached over and handed me a slip of paper. “Call Rosie at that number.”
“Awesome.” Finall
