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Emily scurried into the kitchen to help Isaac’s mom carry the pot roast and casserole dishes of broccoli,
garlic
mashed potatoes, and rolls to the table. Mr. Colbert blustered into the dining room, loosening his tie.
After
the family said grace, Mrs. Colbert passed the pot roast in Emily’s direction, looking at her squarely for
the first time of the evening.
“Here you go, dear.” The corners of Mrs. Colbert’s mouth curled up. “You like meat, don’t you?”
Emily blinked. Was it her, or did that statement seem…loaded? She checked Isaac for his reaction, but
he
was innocently selecting a roll from a wicker basket. “Uh, thanks,” Emily said, pulling the platter toward
her. She did like meat. The kind you, um, eat.
“So, Emily.” Mr. Colbert dug a large spoon into the bowl of potatoes. “I asked some of my catering
employees
about you. Apparently, you have a reputation.”
Mrs. Colbert snorted quietly. Emily’s fork clattered to her plate. The only sound in the room was the
vent
fan over the stove. “I-I do?”
“Everyone says you’re a great swimmer,” Mr. Colbert finished. “Nationally ranked in butterfly? That’s
amazing—it’s a tough stroke, right?”
“Oh.” Emily took a long, shaky drink from her glass of water. “Yeah.” What had she expected, that Mr.
Colbert
was going to ask her what it was like to make out with girls? “It is a tough stroke, but for some reason
I’m naturally fast at it.”
And then Mrs. Colbert murmured something else under her breath. Emily could have sworn it was,
“You’re
naturally fast, all right.”
Emily lowered her glass. Mrs. Colbert chewed calmly, watching Emily. It felt like her eyes were beaming
into
Emily’s skull. “What was that, Mom?” Isaac asked, squinting.