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immediately appeared the picture of Cece holding up a little jar, with what
appeared to be a murky, mummified piece of meat.
    What in the world?
    “ Good lord.” Daniel scrunched up his face. “What is that?”
    “ Oh, this is the steak I was supposed to eat six months ago when they
gave me an award for doing my job right,” Cece said dryly, her voice as
nonchalant as ever. “I put it inside some formalin because look how cool it is.
Also, hello. I’m calling to tell you that I’ll be home late tonight and that
you should definitely cook dinner. I enjoy your lasagna in particular.”
    “ You and I still have very different definitions of what’s cool, but I
shall cook us dinner anyway. Today was a bust.” Just like every other day, Daniel wanted to add, but he kept his
mouth shut and sipped on his coffee.
    “ Aw, cheer up, you grumpy cat,” Cece replied. “I’m the sad, bitter,
quirky one in this relationship, and I refuse to hand over my crown to you.
Besides, you should focus on getting settled in before you go out job hunting
again. That shit’s hard, and you just came back from removing chigoe fleas from
people’s feet in Kenya, right?”
    “ Yeah, I don’t have the constitution to do that. You know exactly what I
did and where I went. Also, while those people in YouTube are doing miracle
work, you really should stop trying to pepper these things into our daily
conversations. You know how squeamish I am.”
    “ It’s just that seeing you so down in the dumps reminds me of that
bloated corpse I had to clean up the other day. So tragic,” Cece said, taking a
nonchalant sip of her coffee. It made Daniel’s face scrunch up in confusion. How can she drink coffee mere inches away
from that bloated piece of meat in a jar? “Maybe these jobs aren’t cut out for
you because they don’t suit you?”
    “ I don’t have the luxury of being picky, Cece. It’s not like I have a
medicine degree and my entire future is laid out in front of me,” Daniel
drawled. “But thank you for your concern. I also will ever forget that chigoe
fleas ever existed. Why do I ever watch stuff on the internet with you?”
    “ Because you love me and also because I own the apartmen t ,” Cece answered
flatly. “Okay, break time is over. You know what you should do today,
considering it’s only eight-fifteen in the morning and you’re already grouchier
than a cat?”
    Daniel rolled his eyes. “Please don’t say visit my
mom.”
    “ Visit your mom,” Cece said in unison with him, before smirking. “Your
schedule is free, and she lives maybe like thirty minutes away. You can get
there by mid-morning, see your home town for a little while, maybe stay the
night. I won’t even blame you for not cooking lasagna for me tonight, even
though I’m clearly the man in this household.”
    Daniel nodded. “Fine. I guess I can head home for a few
hours. Hope she’s not entertaining anybody.”
    “ She probably is,” Cece said. “Message me once you make your decision.”
    Truth be told, Daniel was dreading seeing his mother.
After his abrupt departure two years ago, she’d tried to keep in contact.
Daniel constantly sent her postcards, and they talked over the internet every
day. But while it was clear she understood why Daniel wanted to leave, she
didn’t quite approve.
    And it was totally fine. Daniel knew that she should
have her own opinions about his sudden trip around the world. Not seeing one of
her sons for more than a couple of weeks was bound to be killer on her,
especially when everyone else lived so close. While everyone lived within
walking or driving distance, Daniel basically went as far away as he possibly
could, and that probably pissed his mother off a little bit.
    God only knows she
was going to give him the stink-eye later.
    ****
    With a commute of about half an hour to an hour,
Daniel knew there was absolutely no reason not to visit his mom in the suburbs.
That being said, she was probably going to