Part V Earl steps out the kitchen into the foyer and yells to the back of the house for his girl. "Eve? Eve!" No answer. "Eve!"
Seconds later, she breezes past him, ignoring him really, and comes back into the kitchen wearing a big, doofy smile.
"What?" she says, addressing all who are staring.
"Eve, where's the cheesecake?" Earl's mother asks.
She shrugs, releases a silly giggle. "What cheesecake?"
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