They exchanged a glance and rolled their eyes, then blew out the candles.
By ten o’clock, the guests began drifting toward their coats.
Aunt Marta hugged me at the door.
« You raised good men, » she murmured.
They exchanged a glance and rolled their eyes.
I waved her off and turned back to the kitchen.
I picked up a stack of plates and smiled to myself, imagining the hug I was sure was coming.
The front door clicked shut behind the last guest.
Mason exchanged a dark look with Noah.
« Aunt, we need to talk, » Noah said.
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