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Sunday morning had turned the room into its usual disaster. Millie sat at the table finishing a drawing before art class while JJ packed snacks at the counter. Benny stood directly in front of the refrigerator drinking orange juice from the carton like glasses had personally offended him.
JJ caught him before I did.
“If you put that back after drinking out of it, I’m throwing the whole carton away.”
Benny glanced at the container in his hand, then took another drink purely because he enjoyed making bad decisions in front of witnesses.
I came up behind him and reached for the refrigerator handle. He shifted barely enough to acknowledge me while continuing to block the door.
“Move.”
He muttered something about hydrating.
I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him toward me, an
