On Sunday evening, at five minutes to six, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, and there was Tyler on the porch. He was holding a plastic bag of chocolate chip cookies from the grocery store. The kind with the clear lid and the price sticker still on it.
“Hi, Mrs. Miller,” he said. He held out the bag. “My mom said not to show up empty-handed.”
“That was very thoughtful. Thank you, Tyler.”
I took the cookies. And I looked at him a little more carefully than I had before.
He was a tall, skinny boy with dark hair that fell into his eyes and big feet he hadn’t grown into yet. He was wearing a navy blue sweatshirt with his school’s basketball logo on it.
It was sixty-eight degrees outside. I’d had the windows open all day.
I didn’t think anything of it. Not then.
Emma came downstairs a minute later. She was wearing jeans and a plain white long-sleeved shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail. She’d put on a little mascara.
When Tyler saw her, his whole face lit up. He smiled. A real smile.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
They stood there in the front hall. Awkward. Not sure what to do with their hands. Tyler put his in his pockets. Emma crossed her arms over her chest.
“Food’s ready!” Daniel called from the kitchen. “Come and get it!”
He’d made his lasagna. He only makes his lasagna for birthdays and Christmas. It takes him three hours, and he makes the sauce from scratch with his grandmother’s recipe.
I looked at him over the casserole dish.
He just winked at me.
For the first twenty minutes, dinner was completely ordinary.
Tyler talked about a science project he was doing on water filtration. Daniel asked him about basketball. Tyler said he was a shooting guard and he was hoping to make varsity next year. Jacob asked him if he could dunk. Tyler said, “Not yet, but I’m close.”
Jacob was very impressed.
Emma started to relax a little. I watched her shoulders come down from around her ears. She even laughed once, when Daniel told a terrible joke about a bagel.
Then Tyler reached across the table for the bread basket.
And his sleeve slid up his arm.
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