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Bella and her family were sitting in the living room watching television.
    “Good mornin’,” Trey called when he caught sight of them. “Polly invited me to go see the Carillon Tower with y’all.”
    “I hope you don’t mind,” Polly said looking a little apprehensive.
    “It’s fine. The more the merrier,” Charlotte said as she poured a cup of Meemee’s strong coffee. “Want some?” she asked her brother.
    “Naw,” he said as he sat opposite Polly at the table. “Where is everyone?” The kitchen was usually bustling in the morning when there was a house full of guests.
    “Jack and Julie got the kids up early to go to Avery Island,” Polly said. “I almost ditched you guys. I had no idea they make Tabasco sauce out here!”
    “Yeah, the visitor center is pretty nice. We can go there instead if you want,” Charlotte said.
    “No, I read up on the Carillon Tower last night on my phone. I want to hear what those bronze bells sound like.”
    “Why don’t we all go in my car?” Trey offered, with a glance up at Kurt.
    “Your back seat’s too small,” Kurt countered. “I’ll end up with my knees under my chin. There’s more room in mine.”
    “That piece of shit?” Trey said, but Kurt could see the challenge in his eyes.
    “It’ll beat yours there.”
    “How much?” Trey asked.
    “Twenty bucks.”
    “You’re on.”
    “Oh my god, will you two ever grow up?” Charlotte said. “Never mind them, Polly, maybe Aunt Bella will give us a ride.”
    “Fine,” Trey said with a sigh. “I’ll ride in the Frankencar.”
    Kurt was a little disappointed when Charlotte and Polly climbed in the back together. Trey made a show of wiping off the seat before he sat down, but didn’t make any other snarky comments about being in his car.
    When Kurt turned the key to start the engine, Trey made a surprised sound at the low rumble that vibrated through the car’s body. “You do an upgrade on this thing?”
    “A small block 350 with a Weber carburetor and performance exhaust system,” Kurt said with a grin. “Still wanna race?”
    Trey’s only response was to pull out his wallet and drop a twenty on the seat between them. “Here’s gas money,” he said with a chuckle. “I don’t play when I can’t win.”
    “Your daddy bought you a nice paint job, though,” Kurt said as he laid a reverse scratch back up the driveway.
    * * *
    T he drive out to Brownell Memorial Park only took twenty minutes, which Trey spent gabbing over the back seat with the girls. When Kurt pulled into the parking lot, he saw Kendall’s blue Honda already there.
    “Is that Kendall’s car?” Charlotte asked from the back seat.
    “Yeah,” Kurt confirmed with a heavy sigh. “Whatcha wanna bet Mama called her?”
    “Sorry,” his sister said and rubbed his shoulder.
    No one said anything as they parked and got out of the car. The tall Carillon Tower went up over a hundred feet in the air and was surrounded by a quiet park with benches and flowering plants. Putting his hands in his jean pockets, Kurt walked toward the tower like he was going to his execution.
    “There she is,” his sister whispered to him, nodding to the benches on the side where Kendall was reading a book. Or at least pretending to.
    Glancing over his shoulder he saw Trey was walking close to Polly, telling her something that made her smile. When their hands bumped together, he saw Trey slip a finger around to tickle her palm until she took his hand. The sight made him feel nauseous, so he looked up at the tower again and grit his teeth.
    Charlotte had placed herself between Kendall and Kurt, but that didn’t stop Kendall from spotting him and calling out, “Hey, what a coincidence!”
    “Hey, Kendall,” Charlotte said they approached her. “Are the bells working today?”
    “Yeah, I heard them a little bit ago,” she said. “Hi Kurt. I had so much fun with you Thursday night.” Kurt just clenched his jaw because he didn’t trust himself to