The fact that he could say вЂњIвЂ™m having sex with your mom,вЂќ the ultimate adolescent trump card, gave him some peace. He was too old to pick a fight with her children, but still young enough to feel the sting to his pride. Alex was a twenty-В four-В year-В old bookstore manager, which made him twenty-В two years younger than Kate, the kidsвЂ™ mother, who, sheвЂ™d made clear, was not his girlfriend. Jason and the little one-Matthew?-covered their mouths and mimed silent laughter. Then, under his breath, he added, вЂњFaggot.вЂќ Alex tried to make his face look stern, like a disappointed adult. вЂњYo, can I get that Parmesan?вЂќ the older one said, suddenly looming over him. He opened Tender Is the Night, which was going quite slowly, and tried not to look over at the kids, who, of course, sat down at the table next to his.

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