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Remembering the Address

I saw the confusion on his face. I decided to explain, “You were touching your wrists.When you hang out with people who like giving you the silent treatment, you learn to decipher body language pretty well.”
Drew frowned, dropping his hands into his lap. “Now,” I continued, “Let’s start working on English shall we?”
Drew didn’t say much for the rest of the study session, but I’m pretty sure he figured out what I was doing. I’d studied all this stuff before.When I went upstairs I chatted with his mom for a bit, she looked like she needed to talk.
“Did you kids have fun?” she asked, her face hopeful.
“Yes, thanks so much for the snack. It was fabulous. I think we’ll do pretty ok on the test, but we decided we needed some more study time.So is it ok if Drew comes over to my house tomorrow?”
Drew glared at me over his mother’s shoulder, he’d voted against the extra study session. Ha, like I’d give up that easily.
His mom nearly fell over, “Of… of course that’s fine! I’ll drive him, what’s your address?”

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