Kay gives me her most pitiful look. “I’m going out with Nina for a little while.” Okay, so it’s a lie, but I’m not telling blabber mouth about Peter. “Don’t leave me here with him.” “Stop it. He’s not going to bother you.” “I’ll be so bored.” “It’s only for a little while,” I say, pulling the butter out of the fridge. “Watch TV or something.” “Nothing’s on.” “Then read a book.” “That’s boring.” I toss the steak knives on the table. “Then be bored, Kay, but stop being such a baby.” A car door slams in the driveway. He’s home. His steel-toed work boots clunk up the steps, dragging against the cement. “Goddammit.” He flings the screen door wide and steps inside. I paste a smile on my face and shove a napkin in Kay’s spot.