out over。 We'll be right there；” like of course I was there to say
it was time to eat。 What else would I be doing there？
Something about that made me feel； I don't know； left out。 I wasn't even a person to those
guys。 I was just baby brother。
Nothing new there； but now it really bugged me。 Like all of a sudden I didn't fit in anywhere。
Not at school； not at home … and every time I turned
around； another person I'd known forever felt like a stranger to me。 Even I felt like a stranger
to me。
Standing around eating little round crackers smeared with whipped cheese and fish eggs
didn't do much for my mood either。 My mother was
acting like an entire swarm of busy bees。 She was everywhere。 In the kitchen； out of the
kitchen。 Serving drinks； handing out napkins。 Explaining the
food； but not eating a thing。
Lyta didn't buy Mom's explanation on the hors d'oeuvres — she wound up dissecting hers；
categorizing the parts into gross； disgusting； and
revolting。
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