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Ding-Dong. Seth stood and went to the door and I smiled at Brook, who was sitting across from me at the dining room table. Her curly, brown hair had grown, about five inches since I had last seen her and her brown eyes seemed even darker than before...

"Hey, Leah." John said walking in the room with Seth. Seth was looking him over... I don't get it... Jeans and a white polo... What's he looking at??? Signs of aging??? John came over to me and kissed me on the cheek.

"Hey, John." I looked over at Seth, who was eyeing us, suspiciously. He walked over to Brook and smiled at her. She smiled back at him and I looked at John, who was also watching them...

Seth went over to the oven and pulled out the chicken I had made, earlier that day. He put some of it on four plates, even though Seth and I both knew John wouldn't eat anything. The forth plate was for Brook's sake. I went and filled four cups with water, then set them in front of each place... As I sat down John's I laughed, and winked at him.

Seth set the plates down and then we both sat down. Seth took a bite out of the chicken and looked over at Brook who was eyeing the food...

"Don't worry Brook, I made the chicken. It won't make you sick." I joked and we all laughed, even Seth who was sneering and acting all hurt.

"Are you insinuating that my cooking makes people sick?" He replied, laughing.

"Oh no, Seth. I was just telling her I made it and that it wouldn't kill her. That is it." I joked. We all laughed, until the moment passed, Seth looked over at John, who was smiling at me.

"So, John. Where are you from?" Seth asked. I glared. And so the interrogation begins. I thought.

"I was born in Florida. Then when my dad died, my mom and I moved to Georgia. Then, when I went to collage, I went to Yale. After Yale, I became a Lawyer. Since then I have lived from here to there... You know not knowing anyone, I would move on. My mom had died shortly after I graduated from Yale. So I was on my own." He told us. He had told me this story just last night... He had told me that he had never stayed in one place for long and that this time, he might.

"So, Yale. That is a good school. A great school in fact. I am impressed." Seth said.

"Well, thank you." John responded.

"So, you move around a lot?" Seth asked...

"Yes, I can't quite find a place, a place that I like that much... I really like it here, though. I am lucky." He took my hand under the table. I smiled an I'm-so-sorry smile to him.

"So, you might be staying here?" Seth asked.

"Yes. If all goes well, I will be." He looked over at me. I smiled. Then I remembered Brook. She was sitting there, watching us not knowing if everyone had forgotten about her... I looked back at John.

"If what goes well?" My brother asked. I through him a look. He was crossing a line here. He was going to far.

"Brook. Are you okay? Do you like the chicken?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, I am fine and the chicken is delicious." She complimented.

"Thank you." I smiled at her. I looked at my brother, he was still in major interrogation mode.

"If what goes well?" He asked again.

"Seth. Can I talk to you?" I asked, sweetly. John was looking at me, trying to tell me that it was alright. But it wasn't. My brother couldn't ask something like that. That is personal. He didn't need to know.

"Sure, Leah." Seth smiled. He stood. We walked out of the room and into the living room. "What's up?" He asked. Like he didn't already know.

"You are crossing the line, little brother." I told him.

"What?" He asked, acting puzzled.

"You are going to far. No, more questions. NONE. Your done." I told him.

"Okay, I'll back off. But I'm still going to ask him things." He stated. I glared at him.

"Fine." We walked back into the room and John whispered into my ear:

"You know I heard every word of that don't you?" He asked.

"I kind of figured you would, yes."

"Okay. Good. Just checking."

"So. John, what do you like to do?" Seth asked, politely.

"I really like to read. And I love to be in the court room, you know. I love being a lawyer." He said, taking my hand, again under the table.

"How old are you?" Seth asked.

"23." John told him... Add 100 to that... ... ...

"Oh, so the same age as Leah?" Seth asked.

"Well yes." John lied.

After an hour of interrogation, Seth had finally finished his questioning and left to take Brook home. John and I were putting the dishes in the dish washer and talking about the night...

"I am really sorry." I told him, for about the millionth time.

"It is fine, really." He said, as always. I put the last dish into the dish washer. He took my had and pulled me into the living room. I stood facing him, and we just looked at each other for a moment.

"So, you are a Yale man?" I asked him. He smiled.

"Yes, I am." He said.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him.

"Well, I don't find that it is that important." He laughed. "I never tell people that." He put his arms around me. "I left some things out of my list of things I like to do." He told me. "Want to know what they are?" He smiled playfully.

"Yes." I answered.

"One: I like to speed. I didn't think you little brother would approve of that... Two: Well, there is that thing, that they call you. And I like to be around you. And three:" He kissed me...

"Nice list." I laughed.

"I like it too!" He laughed. He kissed me again.

"Come on." I told him, I lead him upstairs to my room. "That way my stupid brother can't walk in on us." I said. I sat down on the bed, and he touched my face.

"I love you." He smiled. "And I'm not sure if this is the best time for this, but. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Or your life... After. I'm not sure. It might be Italy time for me. So, will you marry me?"