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Just when I was pretty sure his eyes couldn’t go any wider, he smiled warmly at us. “Wow—family reunion!”
Jill and I mirrored each others’ awkward silence. I think we both realized that all of the sudden, we really didn’t want to talk to Julio. We knew we needed to, of course, but that didn’t mean we needed to rush, either.
“So, uh, are you guys eating because I’m here for dinner.” A waitress approached and asked if we needed menus. I suddenly felt my stomach growl. “I uh, am a little hungry.”
Jill immediately hit me in my arm with the back of her hand.
“Ow! What? I could eat! I’m sorry!”
“We didn’t come here to eat, Jacob!”
“OK!” I said, trying to avoid the controversy.
“You guys! Eat if you want,” Julio said, half-smiling. “On me. It’s cool.”
“See that? He’s OK with it.”
“But we’re not,” Jill said, declaratively.
I smirked, looking away from either of them but then back to Julio who was now smiling warmly again. “You two never change.”
“Let’s just get this over with,” Jill said.
“I’m going to order then,” Julio said, turning to the waitress quickly and telling her what he wanted.
“So, no menus for you two, then?” She said holding two menus out to us.
“No, they’re lonely and bitter. They’ll probably go home to their hole in the ground and eat quietly in separate caves.”
The waitress awkwardly withdrew as Jill began talking.”
“What’s the suit for, Julio? You just back from a job interview or something? Or maybe a funeral?”
Julio pursed his lips and then smiled again. “What do you want, Little Jill?”
“I want to know what you know, once and for all. Things are getting a little tense between the Double-O factions and the factions on this side of the dimensional rift.”