Jason didn't say much at dinner. In fact, he was almost completely silent, though he ate four tacos like he'd been starving for a month, and when Eve brought out ice cream for dessert he ate a double helping of that too.
Shane was right. The brisket was delicious in the tacos.
Eve, compensating for her brother, chattered like a pie, magpie on crack the whole time -- about dumbasses at the coffee boutique where she worked, Common Grounds; about her boss Oliver -- vampire and full-time jerk, as far as Claire was concerned, although apparently he was a surprisingly fair boss; gossip about people in town....
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