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right next to him and he saw his big brother staring, so sadly, down at the planner. “What is it?”
    Frank closed his eyes and titled his head . “They’re really gonna do this thing, aren’t they? My best friend is going to marry Ellen.” With a subtle slam of the planner, Frank ran his hand across his short black hair and grabbed the back of his neck. His eyes shifted to Henry.
    “ Frank, none of this is gonna happen.”
    “ It looks so real.”
    “ Yeah, well, my only concern is Ellen getting so wrapped up in it, she may forget it’s not supposed to happen.”
    “ Yeah ...” Frank nodded slowly. “The details are so ... particular. The whole situation is bothering me. It’s hitting me.”
    “ The baby, the first fake marriage?”
    Frank nodded . “I’ll be back. Tell Dad I had something to take care of.”
    “ He’s right there, tell him your ...” Robbie didn’t get to finish, Frank had left, “... self.”
    Joe immediately spun around at the close of his door . “Did Frank leave? Where did he go?”
    “ Um.” Robbie scratched his head. “He went to the Social Hall to get the tambourine. He doesn’t want to feel left out.”
    “ Good.” Joe stood up. “I’ll go help Andrea with that strudel.”
    “ Good?” Robbie chuckled. “I bet he didn’t even hear what I said.” Shaking his head he walked to the couch. “Henry? You have to go after Frank.”
    “ No.” Henry closed his notebook. “I’m not playing tambourine, Robbie. I’m not Tracy Partridge.”
    “ Sure you are, Henry. You have the long hair.” Robbie held up his hand when he saw Henry’s facial muscles clench. “Seriously, go after Frank. He’s upset and I’m afraid he’ll drink. I’d go after him myself but I’ll flip on him and you’re the one who needs to talk to him.”
    “ Me?” Henry asked. “Why me?”
    “ Seems my brother got a reality check.” Robbie pointed back with his thumb. “He was looking at that wedding planner and he got upset. Not so much about the wedding plans, but everything ... everything.”
    “ Shit.” Henry nearly stomped. “Thanks, Robbie. I’ll find him.” He tucked his notebook under his arm.
    “ Henry, what are you going to tell him? What can you tell him?”
    “ I don’t know, Robbie” Henry opened the door. “But I can’t let him feel bad about it. I just can’t. I knew this would happen. Shit.”
    With a raise of his eyebrows , Robbie watched Henry leave. Then it hit him, the kids were upstairs. His Dad and Andrea were doing the strudel thing in the kitchen. Robbie could make his escape. Just as his hand reached for the door he knew that was an impossibility.
    “ Robert,” Joe called out sternly, walking into the living room with Andrea who held her strudel. “Wrong door for that guitar.”
    “ Right.” Robbie shook his head and faced the closet. He opened it and pulled out his acoustic. “Got it.”
    “ Good.” Joe sat down with Andrea on the couch.
    Really wanting to let go and whine and pout like Henry , Robbie thought of one better. He placed on his guitar and walked before Joe and Andrea. He’d let them hear him play. As best as he could, he would play and sing loudly the most annoying songs he knew. And he’d start with the Brady Bunch collection.
     
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    “ Point two five percent,” Ellen spoke softly, raising her eyes above the clipboard then watching as Dean held a dropper in his hand and held it over a beaker. “Good. Next, acid content. One percent.” She watched him pick up the next dropper and add the ingredient. “Hydration. Forty percent.” Ellen, with her eyes peered to Dean, stopped walking. “No.” She hurried over to him grabbing his hand. “Wrong one.” Trying to remain calm, she lowered her eyes just to read, and she heard the thunderous crashing of breaking glass. She lifted her head to see Dean’s arm in a final sweep of the counter. “What are you doing?”
    “ Not this!” Dean stood pushing his hands at the