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Chapter 23

Ravioli and R-Rated Movies

I found Rogue, Bobby and John in the den, watching TV. I sat down on the couch next to where John was sprawled out.

"I made a few cans of ravioli. They're on plates on the kitchen counter." I said, trying to push John's legs out of the way. When he didn't move, I sat on his legs. He let out a yelp of pain and moved his legs.

"Thought you'd come around." I said, grabbing the remote away from him.

"Hey! I was watching that!" he whined, making a swipe for the remote.

"We're not watching Beevis and Butthead." I said firmly, switching around until I found CineMax.

"I'm not watching a chick flick." he warned.

"Neither am I." I said, as the ending credits for Life of Brian rolled down the screen.

Bobby and Rogue came back a few minutes later with plates of ravioli.

"You're a great cook." Bobby told me.

"Yeah, no one can use a can opener like you." Rogue added, laughing.

"I try." I said modestly.

"What're we watching?" Bobby asked, sitting on a cushion.

"Life of Brian just ended. Ooh… Dogma!" John said cheerfully, flipping over to STARZ.

"Dude… I love this movie!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Yeah… it pretty much dismisses everything that was drilled into our brains from birth from the Church." I said sarcastically through a mouthful of processed noodles and meat. Nevertheless, it was one of my favorite movies, since I had given up on God long ago, around age 6 to be exact, when my mom first brought Frank home.

"There's only, like twenty minutes left." Rogue pointed out.

"I'm gonna go upstairs and get ready for bed. I'll be down in a few minutes." I said, rising from the couch.

John caught up with me near the stairs.

"I thought we were gonna talk." he reminded me.

"We are, but we're not gonna just go up to my room. That'd raise a few eyebrows. We'll wait until Bobby and Rogue disappear. And Logan sleeps like a ton of bricks." I explained. "There's a method to my madness, John."

He shrugged and walked back to the den.

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