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‘Come down soon, okay? We have reservations at eight. The driver will be here on the dot,’
Dad calls out.
I am really curious now. Ever since Dad’s eyesight began to fail, I’ve been the designated
driver for almost all outings. My sister Faria knows how to drive too, but the joint consensus
is that she’s awful at it, so almost all driving duties fall upon me. So, why a driver tonight? Is
Dad trying to impress someone?
Up in my room, I take a shower, run a brush through my still wet hair, tug on some clothes,
and head downstairs, my lips set into a mutinous line. Whatever I’m doing with my life,
sticking around at home, I’m doing it of my own free will. Doesn’t mean I have to like it,
though.
I walk into the kitchen – my refuge, the one place that can fix my mood – and open the fridge.
Truthfully speaking, I’m more irritated than hungry, and only chocolate can straighten that
out. I usually stash some chocolate-covered almonds in a box here, but I can’t find them.
‘I ate them,’ Faria says, sweeping in.

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