“I’m calling him right now. Don’t worry about any of this, Tori; you’re not cleaning it. I’ll get somebody in.”
“Don’t call him.”
“Are you serious? Look at this.”
“He’s four hours down the road. What’s a fight going to fix? Nothing here gets cleaner because you yelled at him.”
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“So we just let it go?”
“No. We do it properly.”
I took the phone and gave it back to him.
“Call him. Ask how the drive was; say you’re sorry you missed him. Then invite him to dinner here on Friday.”
Dan stared at me.
“Here?”
“Here.”
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“In this apartment?”
“That’s generally what ‘here’ means.”
“Tori… I—”
“Call him.”
Dan narrowed his eyes.
“What are you planning?”
“Dinner.”
“You don’t make that face when you’re planning dinner.”
“What face?”
“That one.”
I walked toward the kitchen.
“Call your brother.”
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He did.
Greg answered on the second ring.
