“What are you doing here?” I asked, wiggling out of his embrace. “Came to help.” He put a package down on the table and jumped up on top. “Hand me the streamer.” I hesitated. “I already have a plan.” He rolled his eyes. “I won’t mess up your plan. Hand me the paper and tell me what to do.” “I didn’t think you’d be here,” I said as I obeyed. I’d already refused offers of help from my mother and Lauren. I was so nervous about Melissa that I insisted on work and silence. Phillip threatened both. “She’s growing on me, that kid. She’s totally crazy, but she’s growing on me. I wanted to help.” He looked the structure over as I processed how much it bothered me that he didn’t even have to say Charlotte’s name. It was a given that if he said “she” I would know who he meant. “Where am I taking this?” he asked. “To the middle rafter and then the opposite corner.” I climbed up on the table to help him twist and drape while he did the stapling.
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