Try to spread it as evenly as you can, honey," she said. "You don't want too much in one place and not enough someplace else." "I know, Mom." When he was done, Jennifer grated a lump of fresh mozzarella over the pizza. While she did this, Kevin's eyes lost their luster and he wandered to the table and sat down. He looked dejected. "But, Mom," Jennifer was saying. "You know, you are sort of, aren't you?" Oh, Lord, Jane thought. "What, honey?" "Aren't you sort of, like, dating him?" "Steve? Of course not, honey!" Of all the questions! she thought. Kids were so precocious. It was something Jennifer had been edging at lately. "He's just a friend, so I invited him over for dinner, that's all. I don't even know him that well." "Yeah, but you like him, don't you?" "Just do the cheese, honey? "I think he's cool. I think you should date him." Jane frowned. "And when you're done with the cheese, you can start on the pepperoni. I'll start chopping up the onions and peppers." She glanced over her shoulder, looked at Kevin, who was still sitting sullenly at the table, chin in hand.
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