Chapter Thirty Nine
Mr. Vincent had a favorite child. It was clear to everyone.
Her name was Rory.
He went out of his way to set the dinner table that night with matching plates and silverware. We were eating a feast as if thanksgiving wasn't the next day.
He was hanging off of every word she said as she told us about Houston.
"Dad, my Econ professor said his son works for you. Rafi Mueler?"
Mr. Vincent racked his brain before shaking his head. "Doesn't ring a bell. I'll have to ask around."
Aiden rolled his eyes. "Why don't you pull out the embarrassing stories about Rory?" He asked turning to his father. "Since you're such a comedian."
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