"That won't help," Steve told him, with the voice of long experience. "They show up regardless. And one year it wasn't even after prom. Now, how do you want your eggs?" he asked, heading for the kitchen and relying on the teenagers to follow him. Sarah, he noted, had washed her bowl and spoon and put them in the drying rack.
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Date: 2012-03-31 11:06 pm (UTC)