Tim waited another ten seconds but there were still no footsteps from either Eva or Macy returning. He looked down to see that his dad was watching him. They took their own plates and sat together at the kitchen table.
With Macy in the house Tim felt both younger and older. A part of him kept waiting for Stephen to rush up, dump his bicycle on the porch with a loud clatter, and rush in without knocking—neither the door nor the snow from his boots. And a part of him felt as if his relationship with his parents was shifting minute by minute because he and Macy had become lovers.
Tim rubbed at his forehead but couldn’t make any better sense of it.
“Falling in love does that to you.”
Falling in love?
His dad didn’t look as if he was joking.
“Confusing the hell out of you?”
He nodded.
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