After Mom and Gran woke up, we all walked to a coffee shop called Joe’s for a late breakfast. Joe’s was full of broken-down velvet couches, weird cartoony art, and scratched coffee tables. It was colder outside than it had been all week, and windier, almost like home. A reminder that winter was coming, even though the trees still looked like fall. I wore my coat. A guy with messy, complicated hair was working behind the counter. He had a cool dragon tattoo on his neck, and he looked mean, but he seemed friendly when he asked what we wanted. I ordered a chocolate muffin, which is just a cupcake without icing. When I sat down to eat it, my new phone and the big wad of money in my back pockets made it uncomfortable to sit, even on the squishy sofa. I wasn’t sure why I’d brought the phone along, since I couldn’t exactly use it in front of Mom and Gran, but you never know when you’ll need to make a call. Lew had fresh-squeezed tangerine juice and part of my mom’s scone, and he made a huge mess all over the carpet, but nobody seemed to care.
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