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to prove herself.
    ***
    Kevin was standing at the refrigerator drinking out of the milk carton when he heard the front door slam.  
    “KEVIN!!”
    He choked as the word slammed into his eardrums.  He quickly put the cap back on the gallon jug, practically throwing it back into the fridge.  How did she know I was drinking out of the carton?  She was at the front door; he knew she couldn’t see the kitchen from there.  
    “What?!” he choked back, having hurriedly swallowed and wiped the small milk mustache off his top lip with the back of his hand.  He leaned on the counter to make it look as if he was just hanging out in the kitchen for no reason – not drinking out of the milk jug without using a glass.  That was a big no-no in the Peterson household.
    Sarah rounded the corner from the front hall, and the first thing he noticed was her face.  It was streaked with black stuff, from under her eyes to her jawline.  Her eyes were blazing red and her nose was dripping snot.  He quickly surmised that her current mood had nothing to do with his drinking-milk-out-of-the-jug infraction.
    “What the hell happened to you?” was all he could think to say.
    “What the hell happened to me?  I’ll tell you what the hell happened to me!  I just found your slut girlfriend messing around with my asshole ex-boyfriend in his bed, that’s what!”
    “What the hell are you talking about?” Kevin responded, the words not yet completely sinking in.
    “Yeah, you heard me right.  I went over to Barry’s house to surprise him, only I’m the one who ended up surprised – because your girlfriend was there naked with Barry and his pants half off!”
    Kevin was dumbstruck.  He jerked himself off the counter, grabbing his phone out of his pocket.  He tapped out and sent off a furious text message.
    “I … ” started Sarah.
    “Don’t say anything,” he warned, menacingly, barely containing his rage.  He stood there, staring at his phone, waiting for a response.  The ticking of the kitchen clock and the humming of the refrigerator were the only sounds to be heard.
    The beep of a return text reached their ears.  Kevin took half a second to read the response and then punched the stainless steel refrigerator door, lightning-quick, leaving a dent in the front.
    “Holy shit, Kev,” said Sarah, staring back and forth between the dent and his face, her face showing surprise at his quick and violent anger.
    He turned to leave the kitchen through the other doorway.  
    “Wait!” Sarah came chasing after him.  “What are we going to do about this?”
    Kevin continued through the butler’s pantry, the dining room, and then down the hall and around the corner to the bottom of the stairs.  “We’re not going to do anything.  It’s over.  They deserve each other.  Move on.”  His voice was cold and heartless.
    Sarah stopped at the bottom of the stairs, as Kevin to them up, two at a time.  “Move on?  How can I move on?  My heart is broken into a thousand pieces!”
    He laughed bitterly, not looking back.  “Please.  That guy’s a complete ass, he didn’t deserve you anyway.  I don’t want to talk about it anymore.  Story’s over.  I’m gonna go on a cruise and find me a new piece of ass.”  
    Sarah ran up the stairs behind him.  “But … ”
    “But nothin’,  I told you.  I’m not talking about it.”
    He could hear her feet racing down the hall to catch up to him as he was entering his room.  “But! … ”
    His response was a door slammed in her face.
    ***
    The next thing Sarah heard was her brother’s stereo being turned on and up really loud.
    She leaned her head on the door and said softly, “But I really liked him a lot.”  The tears were burning her eyes, but she willed them not to fall.  She hated feeling weak, and tears were a sign of weakness.
    There was no response from Kevin – not that she had expected one.  When her brother told her he wasn’t going to talk about