I was on my best behavior during dinner, unfailingly polite and eating with impeccable table manners even though this was just some quick takeout. After what Traci had just seen, I didn’t want to take any chances that I might do something else to upset her.
It was clear from the beginning that Traci was going to control the conversation. She just had that natural spark of charisma that makes a born leader. It’s not that she was bossy or self-centered--she spent most of the meal encouraging her sisters to tell her about the end of their senior year. She even asked me a few questions about life in high school, trying to include me. It’s just that no matter who was actually talking, I always had the feeling that things centered around Traci.
Luckily for me, she didn’t actually seem angry with me from earlier. She was perfectly friendly, often flashing me her pretty smile. Jessie’s earlier topless state and my near-groping of her tits never came up, and I wondered if this was going to one of those subjects that was just never spoken of again.
After we all finished our Chinese food, we busted out the fortune cookies. How could we not? But mine was just your typical bullshit, and Jessie and Marisa seemed equally disappointed. After Traci read hers, though, she immediately started giggling.
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