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" I&amp;#039;ve been spending a lot of time with mom, Brit, and ZJ. We&amp;#039;ve been to the park sledding, to Rockefeller Center to skate (Brit reminded me how I cut her face there a few years back), and this afternoon we went to Burger Heaven to have a few burgers and shakes. We met Jesse and Frankie there, which I thought was a terrible idea given the history, but mom insisted.  Brit remembers Jesse from when she used to date dad. She hated her with a passion. She had no idea that Frankie was dad&amp;#039;s son, and I wouldn&amp;#039;t tell her unless a gun was pointed at Thor.  Meanwhile, mom had no idea that Jesse ever dated dad, so I asked Brit not to bring it up. She mercifully agreed.  Both had no idea that I&amp;#039;m still bitter at Jesse for spreading ugly, nasty rumors about me. Thankfully, the conversation revolved around the kids so there were no awkward moments. Mom so wants me to be with Jesse that it&amp;#039;s almost embarrassing. She had us sit next to each other and kept making all these awkward suggestions about stuff we should do together \u2013 &amp;quot;You and Jess should go to Benjamin Button, I hear it&amp;#039;s quite good.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;You two should do a playdate at the Museum of Natural History.&amp;quot; I could see in Jesse&amp;#039;s sad eyes that she desperately wanted to connect with me, but we had nothing to say to each other. Friendly encounters like these were fine, but Jesse has been nothing but trouble since she came into my life. I wanted to put up a big &amp;quot;Do Not Enter&amp;quot; sign on my heart. When we were done, we paid our bill, and I inadvertently looked up over the waitress&amp;#039;s shoulder and noticed a familiar face in the kitchen. He was flipping burgers and yelling at some poor Latino guy to get him more onion rings. For a brief second our eyes met, and then he looked away. &amp;quot;Tex?&amp;quot; I said. He looked up again and squinted his eyes. Then he disappeared from my sight. &amp;quot;Wait just one second,&amp;quot; I told everyone. &amp;quot;I see an old friend in the kitchen.&amp;quot; Despite the &amp;quot;Wait staff only&amp;quot; sign, I entered through the kitchen door. &amp;quot;Sir, you can&amp;#039;t go in there,&amp;quot; a waitress called to me. Inside, there were a few guys in white Burger Heaven hats sweating over a steaming grill, but Tex was gone. &amp;quot;Has anyone seen Tex?&amp;quot; I asked. The Latino, who was being reprimanded moments ago, gestured toward the back. I was right. It was Tex. The sous chef at Flava. Gabby&amp;#039;s husband and the father of her child. He&amp;#039;d gained some weight and lost some hair. But I wouldn&amp;#039;t forget his steely blue eyes anywhere. I turned a corner and found Tex pulling a bag of onion rings out of the freezer. He didn&amp;#039;t turn around but he knew I was there. &amp;quot;What do you want, Zach?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I\u2026I&amp;#039;m stunned to see you here.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Don&amp;#039;t be throwing me any pity parties. This job is temporary. I&amp;#039;ve got some interviews lined up at top restaurants.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But what are you doing here in New York? How&amp;#039;s Gabby?&amp;quot; He pushed by me. &amp;quot;You would probably know better than me.&amp;quot;  I followed behind. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t understand.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Listen, I got to get back to work and customers aren&amp;#039;t supposed to be in the kitchen so you need to skedaddle.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Sorry. I&amp;#039;m just so surprised to find you here.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yeah, well, life is full of surprises.&amp;quot; "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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