“Indira and I are, um, together,” Jude said, clearing his throat. “She’s … she’s my girlfriend.” A beat of silence danced across the table before Mrs. Bailey erupted in excitement, clapping her hands. “Oh, how lovely,” she said, beaming. “Don, you owe me ten dollars.” Jude’s head whipped between his parents. “What?” Don looked up at the ceiling, a defeated sigh leaving his lips before he reached for his wallet in his back pocket and pulled out a bill, passing it across the table to his wife. “She bet me, probably fifteen years ago, that you two would end up together,” Don said, his face a
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