Aaron slammed the refrigerator door shut.

“Emily!”

His sister stuck her head out of her room. “Something wrong?”

“What happened to the milk?”

She rolled her eyes. “It got up and walked away. I used the last of it in my coffee this morning. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal,” he said through clenched teeth, “is that Stacey and her parents are coming over for dinner in an hour.”

She walked into the kitchen area. Aaron stood there in a white apron, with a mixing spoon in one hand. The contrast between that and the scowl on his face was funny, and Emily had to stifle a laugh. “And this is connected to the milk… how?”

“It’s connected because the salmon I’m making needs milk.”

“Then go get some. Hell, I’ll go, if you need me to. I don’t know why this is such a big deal.”

“Of course you don’t,” he muttered. He grabbed an egg from the carton and smashed it against the rim of the mixing bowl with such force it cracked in half. He swore, shaking yolk and eggshell from his hand.

Emily was finding this less and less funny. “No, I don’t. So why don’t you enlighten me?”

He made a big deal about washing his hands in the sink, not looking up at her. “You never liked her.”

“Who? Stacey?” she asked. She really wasn’t sure where this was coming from. “I like her just fine. I didn’t like Julia, and Laura was a bitch, but Stacey’s nice.”

“I’m glad you approve of her.”

“Hey, you’re the one who brought up my opinions, not me… Wait, are you suggesting I deliberately used up the milk to sabotage your dinner plans?”

“Don’t be silly,” he muttered, taking another egg and staring at it.

“I don’t think I’m the one being silly here.”

“Just forget it. I’ll get the milk myself.” He put the egg back in the carton and started to leave the kitchen, but Emily blocked his way.

“No. I’ll get the milk. You stay here and do… whatever else it is you need to do.” She stormed out and grabbed her jacket, yelling back at him as she pulled it on. “I’m not going to let you blame me with your passive-aggressive bullshit if something goes wrong! I’ll make sure that if this blows up in your face, it’ll be your fault!”

Emily slammed the front door shut.

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