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I awoke to the voice of an angel. Jules had gathered my book, saved my place and sat next to me on the loveseat.

She spoke softly into my groggy ear, “‘The Writings of Abraham Lincoln, Volume One’? Now, that my dear, is manly reading.”

I kept my hazy eyes closed but I could assemble a half smile for her wit’s sake.

“Dinner’s ready,” she blew in my ear.

I was awake.

After grace, everyone sat, enjoyed the food and one another’s company. It was a lively evening that lasted well into the early morning hours. I became so familiar with each family member that they harassed me as one of their own and I loved it.

After dinner, everyone lounged in the living room as we all decided if we should play a game or not. Isabel suggested charades and we all agreed.

“Uh, I’m terrible at charades,” I said leaning into Jules.

“No, you’re not. I hate false modesty,” she said. “Just admit when you’re good at something. No one will think any less of you unless you’re an ass about it. Repeat after me.”

“Repeat after me,” I said.

“No, stop.”

“No, stop.”

She waited for me to stop and I did.

“I, Elliott Gray,” she said.

“I, Elliott Gray,” I said.

“Am super fantastic.”

“I’m not saying that,” I said.

“Come on! Am super fantastic.”

I sighed.

“Am super fantastic,” I gave in.

“At kissing Jules.”

“At kissing Jules.”

“At bugging Jules.”

“At buggin’ Jules,” I chuckled.

“At touching Jules,” she joked.

“I’m not saying that,” I said

“Okay.....at matters of the heart,” she conceded.

“At matters of the heart.”

“At matters of the mind.”

“At matters of the mind,” I said.

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