He's at our house every day. My mom has supper on the table at 4:30 in the afternoon these days, instead of 9 p.m. It's because we've had company the past few weeks-- my dad's childhood friend, then my grandparents, now this big-boned, baby-faced boy. He might love me; I think he does. Although, he told me when we were standing in the yard that his parents are getting a divorce, and that's really why he's here so much. I can't believe it. I've met his siblings, but not his parents. Apparently his mom has issues. Apparently she's like me.