Devon asked between French fries. The entire morning had passed in one big blur. Integrals proved painfully boring. Even the life cycle of the blow fly and its usefulness in determining time of death failed to hold my attention. Volleyball, a sport at which I usually excelled, was a disaster. All I thought about was my upcoming dinner meeting with Mr. Wentworth and the previous night’s date with Kannon. “I don’t know,” I admitted. “Ohhh, maybe it’s a family heirloom! Some priceless artifact passed down from generation to generation, like a chalice from Camelot or something.” I rolled my eyes. “My dad’s family is from Poland.” “Okay, so maybe not.” Devon shrugged. “I bet it’s something cool, though. Why else would he have given it to Mr. Wentworth to give to you? It has to be important.” “I guess,” I said. The truth was, when it came to my father and what he found important, the gift could be anything. For my tenth birthday, he gave me a collection of chip clips because I was always leaving half-eaten bags of potato chips lying around the house and he thought it was wasteful.
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