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"And why are you home so late?" Katy calls when Maya comes in the door. Maya wants to respond something along the lines of Like you care, but considering her mom beat her home, she supposes she's in a lot of trouble.
"Riley got picked up by a trash truck. You can ask Mr. and Mrs. Matthews if you don't believe me."
Monday 9:34 AM
Remind me again how many languages you speak?
English, Dutch, Spanish, and I'm learning German at school. Though I'm thinking of switching to French for high school; German's boring.
Okay then.
And we're still going to crush you.
Not likely.
She hates the Friars' apartment.
Not because of the giant "DON'T MESS WITH TEXAS!" sigh hanging up in the kitchen. Or how all the decor seems pulled straight from a country music video.
But because it's clean. Pictures of Lucas adorn almost every available surface, and there's a whole wall dedicated to his medals, trophies, certificates, and the like. The house smells like freshly baked cookies and everything is in its place.
His dad is back in Texas on a business trip, and she knows Lucas is kind of bitter that he didn't get to go. His mom is there, though. She has a deeper Southern accent than Maya's own mother and a double name, basically trademarking her as a Texan. She blatantly eavesdrops on them, speaks in the most awful clichés about eating healthy, and tells them she'll buy the muffins for them. Lucas thanks her.
"You want me to do what?" Helena says, looking at Farkle pointedly. "I am not making you muffins made out of just sugar."
"Fine, I'll make them!" he says. "Lillie and Millie like the ones I made earlier."
"I'm sorry?"
"Hey, Helena!" his mom calls. Helena glares at him, then runs towards the playroom where he knows his mom and sisters are. He checks the time on his phone, then grabs the box of muffins off the counter and runs towards his dad's office.
"I'm going to Riley's now to work on our project!"
"Okay, text when you get there! And be back for dinner!" Stuart responds, and Farkle grins as he heads towards the subway station.
"I received an interesting phone call from Evelyn Rand today," Stuart says at dinner. Farkle crouches down in his seat.
"About the building space?" Jennifer asks, and Stuart shakes his head.
"She said she was worried about Farkle. She was at JQA today in his class and recognized him from the fundraiser last month."
"Farkle?" Jennifer asks, glancing at him. "Why would Miss Rand be concerned about you?"
He immediately launches into the whole story, then shrinks down even lower as his parents stare back and forth.
"Farkle, is that really what you've taken away from my company?" Stuart asks.
"The lawsuit-"
"Wasn't true; that's why we fought back so hard," Stuart replied.
"I'm a social worker, Farkle, and it's practically my job to tell if people are lying, and to look out for everyone. Minkus International goes above and beyond taking care of its customers and its employees, and I helped design the policies that makes sure it stays that way," Jennifer replies. Stuart reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet, then hands Farkle two twenty dollar bills.
"After dinner, you better ask Helena to take you shopping. You're going to spend all of that money on umbrellas or ways to hold them, do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."