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" My heart broke a little, and I said a silent prayer that I was wrong \u2014 that Jackson was on his way home, that things between Abby and him weren&amp;#039;t about to get very messy. &amp;quot;I love you too, Ab.&amp;quot;  Jackson and I both got that change-of-season cold that&amp;#039;s been going around and spent most of the weekend at home watching TNT movies and trying not to sneeze all over the place. Jackson got hit worse than me, but we were both pretty bad. Abby came over on Saturday night and brought us chicken noodle soup and hot tea from the Chinese restaurant and a fresh supply of Kleenex.  The good news was that they seemed to be getting along very well \u2014 which, even through my cold-medicine haze, made me feel a little better. Abby had decided to try out for her school&amp;#039;s play, South Pacific, and spent part of the night practicing her audition song for us. She was really, really good! Then we watched more TV, and Abby went home.  By Monday, Jackson and I still weren&amp;#039;t 100 percent, so I took the day off work and let him take the day off school. Doug came over to bring us pizza and minestrone soup, and Jackson joked, &amp;quot;We should always be a little under the weather! We get the best takeout in town.&amp;quot;  It was nice to have Doug back, but we didn&amp;#039;t have very much time alone. Or that much time at all, really. I fell asleep early, before 9 p.m. \u2014 the last of the cold leaving my system \u2014 and when I woke up in the morning he was gone. He left me a note:  L, had to dash off and go to work. But we&amp;#039;ll talk tonight\u2026love you, D Jackson told me that after school he was going to stay late at the library and try to catch up on what he missed yesterday. &amp;quot;We have a huge science test coming up later this week,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;I may not be home in time for dinner.&amp;quot;  So when Abby called me at work to come and get her at her school, I was glad to do it.  &amp;quot;I thought we could have some girl time,&amp;quot; she said, doing a great imitation of something I would say.  &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;d love that,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I could use a break too.&amp;quot;  Abby was dying for the new Dashboard Confessional CD (and so was I, to be honest), so I suggested we go to the mall and pick up a copy, hot off the presses, and then ruin our dinner with some terrible food-court Indian food.  &amp;quot;Sounds perfect,&amp;quot; she said.  We had a good time at the store. We got one of the last copies of the Dashboard CD, and I also got a copy of the new Joni Mitchell CD and the soundtrack for the movie Once.  &amp;quot;Overall, a totally successful trip!&amp;quot; Abby said.  &amp;quot;Agreed,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;Time to eat too much!&amp;quot;  And then, right when we were heading to the food court, we saw them.  On the other side of the food court. Sitting and sharing double cheeseburgers and French fries.  Jackson and Sara.  &amp;quot;I thought he was going to be at the library,&amp;quot; Abby said. &amp;quot;He told me he was going to be at the library.&amp;quot;  I shrugged my shoulders, because that was what I thought too. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sure there is a good explanation,&amp;quot; I said.  But she took one more look at them, and then one back at me, and started to head their way. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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