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Holly demanded was pizza once a week.
    Rolling her head on her shoulders, Laura popped open her locker and hung up her uniform. She slipped into jeans and a sweater before sliding her feet back in her flats and blessed Willodean Jackson again. She was lucky that she only had to walk down the hall and around the pool to get to her apartment.
    She shivered in the cool spring air more than once as she walked home. She could hear the faint noise of the television as she slid the key into the lock. Before she could get the door open completely, Holly hit her at a full run. They both laughed as she wrapped her arms around Laura’s neck and then pulled her in to the living room where she urged Laura down on the couch.
    “Mom, I’ve missed you so much!” She bounced into the kitchen and returned with a plate.
    “Oh, I know. It’s been forever, like four whole hours since my break!” Laura teased her but she was glad to see her Holly, not the moody body snatcher that sometimes greeted her with a sigh and a huff. “You made lasagna?”
    “Yep, and it is awesome, even if I do say so myself.” She turned on the television and plopped down on the sofa with both long legs curled up underneath her. She’d already passed Laura in height and there were times when Laura could see the woman she’d become. Then, when she thought about how Holly was only four years away from the same age she’d been when she’d gotten pregnant, dropped out of college, and returned home to have a baby, Laura got really, really worried. She was a good kid, worked hard in school and helped out at home. Laura wished she had more to give Holly and spent lots of nights worrying about how to keep her safe and happy and young, but not naïve. Parenting was such a tightrope act.
    Tonight, Holly looked young and Laura loved it. Her long dark hair was up in a floppy ponytail and she’d decided to go without the hot pink strip of “hair” that clipped in. As soon as she saw Mandy’s hair, Holly would be back to asking for a more permanent pink dye at every gift-giving occasion. Maybe Holly looked a lot like a young Laura, but Laura’s mother would have never gone for pink hair, fake or not. Holly wore a huge black T-shirt with The King caught mid-hip shake and black sweatpants. Before they moved into the staff apartment, Holly couldn’t have picked Elvis out of a lineup, but since they’d been adopted by Willodean, Holly had fallen head over heels in a long tumble of love with Elvis Presley. Elvis was on her iPod, Elvis movies lined the shelf next to the television, and she’d already decided her first daughter was going to be named Lisa Marie. When Holly was interested in something, she went all the way.
    After she polished off the chunk of lasagna and most of the giant glass of tea, Laura said, “Guess who I met today?”
    Holly didn’t answer. She was glued to the latest performance of her favorite singer competing to become America’s next singing sensation.
    Laura cleared her throat to try again. “Guess who I met today?”
    “Hm?” was Holly’s answer, but she didn’t turn her head.
    “KT Masters.” There was no immediate response so Laura stretched her legs out on the couch and closed her eyes as she listened to someone murder a Michael Jackson hit.
    At the next commercial, Holly said, “Was he as handsome in person as he was on the Entertainment Weekly reunion cover?”
    She wasn’t sure how to answer that. Handsome, yes. Attractive, no. Not all the time anyway. A horrible attitude could ruin even the best looks. She did her best to ignore her body’s answer that he’d been attractive enough, no matter how badly he needed a lesson in good manners.
    “I didn’t really spend much time with him, brought him something to drink, but yes, he’s handsome.”
    “That’s nice.” Holly nodded and turned up the television. Clearly, if he wasn’t Elvis, she wasn’t interested. Laura had the feeling that would change when Holly met the