"Shhh," I said, when Jude protested the new job I'd gotten. He kept insisting that he could take care of me. Kacie was never at the beach house, so even if his parents ever did decide to come home from Europe, I'd still have a place to live. He said that he'd pay my cell phone, and buy me clothes, and take me out to dinner every night so that I was
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Lacey started going off on me, like really going off. I just stood there quietly, staring at her as she pointed out how important this stuff was. I should've told her. She was right. But it's not like my dad really talked much about it. He was pretty vague with the details and he didn't really like to talk about it either. He never used his powers, I don't think I've ever seen him use them in fact. So, I just grew up not talking about it. It was something you stayed quiet about.
I sighed as she turned around, scratching my head and looking back into the living room at Caleb. He was just sitting there, staring out the big windows at the beach. I turned back to Lacey and frowned. Was this a fight? We haven't ever been in one.
"Lacey." I said quietly, walking up behind her. "I'm sorry, okay?" I shrugged. "I wasn't trying to hurt you by not talking to you about it. I just...." I scratched my head again. "I've never really talked much about it. It really wasn't something open for discussion around here. It wasn't on the approved list of topics." I grinned, trying to use a little humor to deflect. "I don't know. You're right. I should've. But it's just never been something I've been comfortable talking about."
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