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been renovated since then, but the carpeted floors and outdated kitchen

never bothered Romi’s mom. She made it perfectly homey. Romi didn’t like

pink stucco exterior, but she would never tell her parents that it would have

been better done in gray or white or something. She supposed that her

mom’s flower gardens, which bracketed the small front porch, traced each

side of the driveway, and swirled around in a kidney-shaped structure in the

middle of the small patch of grass, made up for the dusty rose of the house

itself.

“Romi!” Her mother, Deb, pulled her into a furious bear hug the second

Romi stepped into the house. She still rang the bell, because she always had

and always would. The house wasn’t the one she grew up in, and while she

didn’t feel like a stranger, she did think knocking was appropriate.

“Hey, Mom.” Romi’s voice came out muffled against her mother’s chest.

Her mom was pretty much built like a stick. Between her mom and her dad,

Romi wasn’t sure who she got her height from. Her mom might be slight,

but her bear hugs were the real deal, and Romi was nearly stifled.

“Oh my god, your feet! What happened?” Deb gasped as soon as she

pulled back.

Romi dropped her eyes to her feet. “It was a work incident. I wore some

hiking boots that didn’t exactly fit right. Without socks. For a few hours. It

wasn’t great.”

“I can see that! It looks like you stuck them under a running lawn

mower!”

“Mom! It’s not that bad. Come on.” Romi inhaled deeply, desperate to

change the subject because she didn’t want to talk about work. Or Kiera.

Her family was like a pack of bloodhounds and she didn’t want to have to

fend off a bunch of questions that she had no answers for. “That smells

really good. Chicken?”

“Chicken, pork, steak, you name it. Your father went all out since

everyone was coming.”

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