around for a while.
Now it was all starting to make sense: the family dinners weâd eaten at different restaurants around the city the last few nightsâthe haircut certificate Mom had given me âjust for being such a great kid!â Theyâd been feeling guilty. And now they were gone.
I leaned over and scooped Noodles into my arms. He woke up and started licking my face with his little pink tongue. âBut they just got back. Why would they take off again so soon?â
âThereâs a human rights conference in Beijing with Bon Jovi and Bono and some congressmen, and it was all very last-minute and impromptu, and when the pedal hit the metal they just couldnât say no. Mom told me herself that she wouldnât leave you for the worldâexcept she had to make an exception because right now, the world needs her!â
âWait, Mom talked to you about this?â Getting information from Feb is like playing telephone with a bunch of fourth-graders after theyâve eaten peanut butter sandwiches: not very reliable.
âWell, they only found out they were going a couple days ago. And you know how they hate long good-byes.â
I shook my head. âI really wanted them to be here for my freshman year.â
She and Patch smiled at each other, like theyâd been waiting for this.
âThatâs where we come in,â said Patch. âWe knew youâd be upset about Mom and Dad being out of town. So we figured weâd give you the next best thing.â
âGrandma and Granddad?â I asked, perking up a little.
âNo, silly!â Feb swatted at me with her martini glass and spilled gin onto my jeans. âUs!â
âWait, what do you mean?â
âFeb and I thought we could be like Mom and Dad,â Patch explained. âOr actually, more like somebody elseâs mom and dad. A mom and dad whoâre around all the time. Febâs learning to cook and sheâs going to start walking Noodles, and Iâm going to get some tools tomorrow to fix the leaky faucet in the bathtub. Weâre really going to keep an eye out for you this time, Flan. Weâre taking it seriously.â
Even though I was sad my parents had taken off again, I was used to it by now, and I couldnât help but grin at the earnest, worried expressions on my siblingsâ faces. I saw where this was going, and it was already hilarious. It would be like the year when Patch resolved to stop letting girls fall in love with himâmybrother and sister would keep up this
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act for two days, at most, and then forget about it entirely. But for the time being I decided to humor them.
âOkay.â Noodles wriggled happily on my lap while I scratched the soft, floofy fur behind his ears. âSo whatâs on the menu tonight? Iâm starving.â
âMeatloaf!â Feb triumphantly rose out of her chair and walked to the oven. But when she opened the oven door, a tornado of black soot poured out, and for the second time that day I was completely engulfed by acrid-smelling smoke.
About two hours later, after one emergency trip to the grocery store and a second emergency trip to the pharmacy for burn balm and Band-Aids, Febâs meatloaf was finished, and it actually looked pretty amazing. Patch set the table, and I helped carry side dishes over while Feb cut thick slices of the meatloaf. We all sat down and unfolded napkins on our laps. It was just like being in a restaurant or something, except with Noodles prancing around underfoot, waving his paws and begging for table scraps. Sometimes I think heâs not a dog at all, just some kind of ultra-cute anime version of a baby fox.
âSo, Flan, you never told me how your day went,â Feb said, spooning mashed potatoes onto her plate.
âThereâs not much to tell. Nothing too exciting happened. Just classes. I think I bombed a quiz in English.â I took a bite of asparagus.