Sorry for the short chapter!
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Turns out the mysterious 'Pete' was coming for dinner that night. I was pretty pleased -it's about time I met the guy- but Cathy looked kinda annoyed.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Not really. I don't like that guy."
"Why not?"
"Lots of reasons. Most of them boil down to this: he's completely insufferable."
"Garden-variety-insufferable or Hunnicutt-insufferable?"
"Off-the-scale-insufferable. At least the Hunnicutts are genuinely nice. I think Pete just acts like he likes me cos he considers me some sorta charity case."
"Charity case?"
"I'm pretty sure he sees me as this poor, sweet little girl who needs a proper father figure."
"You already have a father figure. You don't need him."
"I know. But Mom likes him so I'm trying not to say anything. She deserves to be happy, Becky."
"So do you."
"I know. I don't know how much more I can take."
"He can't be that bad."
"You'll see, sis. He doesn't like you at all."
"But he's never met me!"
"I think he suspects something."