Chapter 20

“Hey, Dad,” said a boy, maybe fifteen years old, entering the room. When the man talking to Ben saw him he turned and left, leaving Dom alone in the room with the awkward family reunion. He decided to give up; he wasn’t getting anything, and it would be too obvious to stay now, with all his supplies put away and even the model gone.

“What is it now, Christian?” asked Ben, and as Dom moved toward the door he heard what had to be one of the most common of teenage ailments.

“Can I borrow some money? You know what Mom’s like when I ask…”

Dom sure hoped he wouldn’t have to be a repeat artist next week.

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Just when things looked like they were winding down in Yolks on You and Kiko was seriously considering closing early to go home and clean, Martha and Buddy walked in, encased in puffy coats, eyes aglow. Martha said something that made Buddy laugh, and Kiko watched them stomp snow off their boots.

Katie was going to want to hear about this in the morning.