Chapter 17

Mr. Petrakis emerged from the basement right as Alexi was contemplating calling him up for dinner. “Smells great,” he said. “Thanks for cooking tonight. I got uh…distracted.”

“Yeah, I noticed.” There was no malice in Alexi’s tone, only acknowledgement.

“How ‘bout I do the dishes then, huh? The usual trade-off?”

Alexi wiggled their toes. Doing the dishes gave them another excuse for why they were late or missed their scheduled conversation altogether. They felt guilty thinking about it. “Sure, dad. Thanks.”

It took another half hour for Alexi to get on their computer and send a message to Eli. Sorry I’m late, dinner took longer than expected.