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“Hey,” he said, getting her attention when they were out the restaurant.
“I’ll catch up with you guys,” she said to her friends. “Are you stalking me?” she asked him.
“No. Do you remember Mrs. Blake?”
“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “Why?”
“I’m her son.”
She thought for a minute, and when she realized who he was, she was not smiling. She left him standing there and joined her friends. He was surprised by her reaction, and became bitter. It was not until late that he got home.
“Matthew,” his father who was waiting up for him said, “where have you been? It’s 11:30pm.”
“I’m going to bed.”
“Where have you–”
“I was out driving around okay.”
“Until almost midnight? Jane called three times.”
“I’m going to sleep,” he said, as he climbed the stairs.
“I’ll talk to you in the morning!”
And when morning came, he was still not in no mood to talk. His attitude was like a jalapeno pepper. His father looked at him as they both sat at the breakfast table, and was not sure what to say.
“Dad,” he began, breaking the silence, “about that building.”
“What about it?”
“You should tear it down.”
“Why the sudden change in showing interest?”
“No reason. You should tear the building down and build a bigger one so people can have jobs,” he said, as he got up to leave. “And dad, sorry about last night.”
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