"Didn't you say Leon has OCD? He won't let me eat in the bedroom. Why don't you talk to him about it? Tell him not to be so picky as a wolf." My words, spoken with icy detachment, hung in the air.
A sudden silence descended. Everyone in the room stared at us, seemingly hesitant to interrupt.
Leon coughed twice, his handsome face stern, and got up to go to work.
I, equally cold-faced, pushed away my plate and stood to leave for school.
Beverly's sharp voice rang out from behind me: "Ivy, what have you done now?"
Ivy shrieked innocently, "Oh, please, what does this have to do with me?"
Clearly, Beverly mistakenly believed Ivy was the cause of the trouble, but I wasn't about to correct her.
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After morning classes, Adele and I studied at school for the afternoon. I spent nearly ha
