Following the boy to the door frame, I ko try to get someone's attention ihe house.

  The spitting image of a 90's Texan housewife appeared in the corridor in front of that door. Wheiced the door en and there was a straanding there, the woman seemed greatly surprised, as if she was about to scream for help, so I interrupted.

  "Hello!, sorry, the door en. A moment ago, I was talking to Sheldon, aold me my brabe was here. By the way, I'm PJ Dun. We just moved into the house door," I quickly introduced myself with a friendly smile to avoid arming the woman.

  With much more ess on her face, the woman said, "I see, yes, your brother was here pying with Missy. Hasn't he gone bae?" She said with a Texan at.

  "No, Mom asked me to e look for him," I replied with a smile to the kind woman.

  "Mary! Who's at the door?" a man's voice was heard from ihe house.

  "It's PJ Dun, from the new neighbors. He's here looking for his brother!" the Texan woman shouted back, "e on in, please. Let's go find your brother," she said, this time addressih a much calmer tone.

  It didn't take long to find Gabe; he was sittio a little girl, chatting cheerfully, seemingly ign the curious gazes of the other people in the house.

  "Good afternoon, o meet you all. I'm PJ Dun. We just moved in a few days ago," I introduced myself to the people at the table.

  "o meet you, PJ. I'm Gee Cooper," the man sitting at the head of the table replied.

  The young man nodded slightly as a greeting, saying "Geie."

  Smiling at the new family members, I turo my brabe, we have to go. Mom is looking for you."

  "PJ, I'm having dinner with the Coopers. Missy invited me," Gabe said with a smile, pointing to the little girl o him.

  "That's right, I invited him. He said he was hungry, so I thought, as good Christians, we should invite him to eat, right, Mom?" Missy said, looking at her mother with puppy eyes.

  Seemingly aware of her weakness, the woman replied with some difficulty, "You're absolutely right, Missy Cooper. In fact, PJ, why don't you go and tell your mom that, as a Texas wele, they're io dinner?" I heard Mr. Cooper choking on the beer he was drinking.

  "I wouldn't want to be a bother, Mrs. Cooper," I was saying until she interrupted me, "Nonse's no trouble at all. I cooked way more than necessary; I nning t it as a wele gift, but since Gabe wants to have dinner with us, what better way to get to know each other than having diogether?" she said as she led me towards the entrance we came through.

  "If you insist, with your permission," I said, making way outside.

  In the front yard, parked beside my mom's car, was a hideous yellow truck. On its driver's side door was a sticker with the slogan "Bob's Bugs Be Gone," and on the hood was a giant i resembling an ant. Ign the truck, I ehe house.

  "Mom!" I called out as soon as I entered. A few meters from the door, Bob was sitting on a couch watg TV while drinking a beer. Startled by my shout, he jumped up from the coud asked, "PJ, what's going on?" "Oh, hi, Dad. The Coopers, our neighbors, invited us for dinner. I was just about to let Mom know. When did you get here?" I replied. Bob quickly grabbed the TV remote to turn it off, dowhe remaining beer in one gulp, aedly said, "Great! I'll go find your mother. For some reason, she wants to cook, and you know how bad she is i. You go get your sister, hurry up, a us at the door in 30 seds," he said as he rushed to the kit. Is Mom's cooking really that bad?

  Teddy's room remained closed with music pying ihe music was much quieter than before. I waited outside with two quiocks until I heard, "e in," from inside. "What's up?" Teddy asked, not taking her eyes off a paper on her bed, where he had even more photographs.

  Teddy's room was surprisingly decorated, despite being here as long as Gabe and being the most relut to leave Colorado. The room was pletely personalized with photographs c one of the walls, all showing Teddy with, I suppose, her best friend in Colorado. There were posters of celebrities I didn't reize oher walls, and her half-open closet was filled with clothes and other accessories.

  "We're going to have dinner with the Coopers; they invited us over to their house," I said, adding, "They are the neighbors door," as I realized Teddy might not know who the Coopers were. "What's that you have there?" I asked, sitting on the er of her bed and pointing to the paper she held in her hands. "It's a letter I'm writing to Ivy. Mom reminded me that I could write to her to tell her what's happening here. It'll be like a diary. I think I'll call it 'What's up Ivy,'" she said with self-approval.

  When we arrived at the Cooper's house, Mom, for some reason, disappoihat she couldn't cook, knocked on the front door. A few seds ter, Mr. Cooper opehe door to greet us. "Hi, o meet you. I'm Amy Dun; I met your wife the day we moved in," Mom introduced herself. "o meet you too, I'm Gee Cooper. Please e in," Mr. Cooper said, leading the way into his house. "Hey, I'm Bob Dun. I brought these; didn't want to e empty-handed," Bob said, handing over a pack of beers and shaking hands iing.

  After the adults and Teddy introduced themselves, we ehe house. When I came to Gabe's house for the first time, I noticed that there were only two avaible chairs at the table, so I wasn't surprised to see the three younger children sitting at a small table o the main one. Gabe and Missy seemed happy, chatting with each other, but Sheldon looked very upset for some reason. "Mom, I told you, I sit at the adult table; that's my pce," he said, pointing out that there would be ara seat at the adult table, as he called it.

  "You 't sit at the adult table because you're still a g baby," Missy quickly replied, "Yeah, you're afraid of birds; you 't sit with the adults if you're not an adult," Gabe added.

  "Missy Cooper! Don't bother your brother," Mrs. Cooper scolded her daughter.

  "You too, Gabe, behave," Amy reprimanded her son.

  "But Mom, I have better mahan Geie at the table, so I find it unfair that he sit at the adult table, and I 't," Sheldon said again in a high-pitched tone.

  Seeing her husband, who just shrugged, not knowing what to say or how to help, Mrs. Ched and said, "Alright, Shelly, e here." Taking her cutlery and pte carefully, Sheldon found his own p one of the ers of the table, sat down, and with a satisfied look, he looked at his younger siblings and said, "Who's the baby now?"

  Surprisingly coordinated, Gabe and Missy said at the same time, "You!" and tiheir versation.

  "Please, have a seat wherever you like," Mrs. Cooper said, already seated in front of her you son ao the eldest one, who was the only ohat hadn't said a word during the iion. He seemed dazed, staring at Teddy, who felt unfortable under his gaze.

  "Thank you, o meet you, by the way. I'm Bob Dun; we hadn't met before," Bob said, shaking Mrs. Cooper's hand and taking a seat o Sheldon. I let Teddy sit o him, and I sat at the other end of the table, in front of Mr. Cooper, who was at the head. "Let Mrs. Dun sit here, Geie," Mrs. Ced her son to move seats. "Amy, please, how have you been? I haven't seen you since we moved in," Mom said, taking the seat that young Geie had vacated and now fag Teddy, who still maintained eye tact.

  "Thank you, Amy. Gabe told us that PJ got hurt during the move. How's everything?" Mrs. Cooper asked, ed.

  Everything is fine; PJ didn't have any serious injuries, just a minor memory loss. But we hope he'll recover it soon. Acc to the doctor, it's unon, but this memory loss is usually temporary in most cases," Mom said with a calm smile to Mrs. Cupper.

  "In fact, data shows that there's a 79.5% ce he'll never recover his memory. Studies even demonstrate that memory loss due to trauma lead to mental issues in the long run," Sheldon said petuntly and so fast that his mom couldn't stop him.

  A sudden silence fell as the people outside the Cooper family looked at the well-dressed boy, perplexed.

  "Sheldon Cooper, apologize right now, young man!" Mary shouted, suddenly upset with her younger son, who, surprised, retorted, "But I'm not lying; it's what the numbers say." It seemed like Mary was about to explode again, while Mr. Cooper hid behind his beer, smiling sheepishly at Bob.

  "You're adopted, admit it," Geie suddenly said to his mother.

  "How I be adopted when I have a twin sister? Think, mohink," he petuntly replied, seeming to have fotten about his brother's scolding.

  "That's enough; no one is adopted," Mrs. Cooper said, pointing first at her eldest son. "And young man, I thought I told you to apologize," she said, now acgly looking at her younger son, causing Sheldon's face to sch up in disbelief.

  "It's alright, Mrs. Cooper. No harm done. He is right; it's what the numbers say. But I feel positive; I highly doubt the impact affected my brain," I quickly said, trying to calm Mrs. Cooper with a smile, which seemed to ease her a bit as she noticed my indifference.

  "Anyway, young man, I don't want to hear any more facts during dinner, or there will be no 'Doctor Troton' for a week," Mrs. Cooper said, annoyed, pointing again, but this time at her younger son.

  Surprised, Sheldon seemed like he wao correething in Mrs. Cooper's sentence, but upon seeing the annoyan his mother's eyes, he residered and stayed silent.

  "Now let's pray. Missy Cooper, e here," Mrs. Cooper said firmly, pointing to the space between her husband and herself. Seeing what was happening, Amy quickly said, "You too, Gabe, e here."

  One by one, we held hands, except for Sheldon, who said, "Just a moment, please," and put on a pair of woolen gloves.

  Mr. Cooper seemed exasperated, but his embarrassment won out, and with a sheepish smile, he took his gloved son's hand.

  With everyone holding hands, the Cooper family closed their eyes, and Mary said, "Thank you, God, for this meal we're about to receive and for the nourishment of our bodies. Bless the hands that prepared it." As the Cooper family kept their eyes closed, the Duns weren't quite sure what they were supposed to do, looking at each other until, in unison, the Coopers said, "Amen." A sed ter, the Duns followed suit, released their hands, and begaing as the childreuro their table.

  As everyoe, there was a lot of sileno one said anything while chewing their food. Geie, still staring at Teddy, absentmindedly ate his mashed potatoes, making a mess of his fa the process.

  "So, Gee, what do you do for a living?" Bob asked, breaking the ice.

  "I'm the football coach at Medford High School," Mr. Cooper replied.

  "Oh, really? PJ will start there on Monday," a surprised Amy said. "Maybe he try out for the team," she added, looking at me with hope.

  "Do you like football, PJ?" Mr. Cooper asked skeptically. "Geie will also go to Medford, and he'll try out. Maybe you try out together," he said, a little loudly, getting his son's attention and giving him a stern look, causing him to snap out of his daydream and respond, "Ah, sure, we try out together," nodding slightly in my dire.

  "In fact, my Shelly is a bit advanced for his age, and he'll also start on Monday with you. I'm gd he won't only have Geie to look after him but also PJ. Isn't that exg?" Mrs. Cooper said.

  "I am," Sheldon said, raising his hand.

  "Really? But he's not the same age as Gabe. That's impressive. gratutions, Sheldon," Mom said.

  "Yes, I'm a little excited, I guess. Starting at a new school will be like starting from scratch, almost literally," I chuckled a bit. "And what about you, Geie? Aren't you excited for your freshman year? That's a big deal," Mrs. Cooper asked.

  "How I be excited when he'll be in the same grade as me?" Geie poio his younger brother.

  "Rex, Geie, I don't pn on staying in ninth grade for long," the you one replied calmly.

  "All I know is that he won't be in the same grade as me anymore, and I love that, isn't that right, Gabe?" Missy said, speaking from the kids' table. "No, I would have loved to see him freaking out, making fake bird noises," Gabe mocked Sheldon.

  "Well, good luck with your finger paintings," Sheldoed, trying to pyfully return the joke.

  "Yon your ass kicked in high school," affirmed Missy. "Or worse," Gabe said, smiling sinisterly.

  I couldn't help it, and a ugh escaped me due to the whole situation. Teddy, ied by my ughter, also ughed, making the ughter spread around the table, except for Mrs. Cooper, who, upon seeing Missy, shouted, "Hey, nguage!" Realizing that she should also say something since Gabe was teasing Sheldon, Mom said, "Gabe, stop b Sheldon; he's a very tender boy. No one will bully him."

  "If no one's going to mug me, High School is a haven fher learning," Sheldon said, as if stating the obvious.

  "Oh dear god," said Mr. Cooper. "Oh dear god indeed," Bob affirmed quietly.

  "Ah, high school, remember, Bob, when we were in school? I was the famous, the accimed Whammy the Ram, and you were a great basketball pyer. Those were the days; South High was a great school. The kids would have gohere, maybe Teddy would have ied Whammy's legacy," Mom said, starting to tear up a bit. "I'm sorry, where's your bathroom, Mary?" she asked, beginning to cry and following the dirers. Cooper had pointed.

  "She's been very sad about the move. Every time she remembers something, she starts g. On the way to Texas, everything that reminded her of home was another reason to cry. I hope she adjusts quickly here. I hope you be her friend, Mary," Bob tried to expin to his wife.

  "Of course, Bob, you don't have to worry. I'll be a great friend to Amy, and God help me if we 't resolve her sadness," Mrs. Cooper decred resolutely.

  "You, Bob, didn't ask what you do for a living," Mr. Cooper said.

  As if asked a profound question, Bob straightened in his seat and said, "I'm a pest trol specialist."

  Sheldon was surprised and turned his head upon hearing about Bob's job, "Oh, that's very iing. Question, do you deal with any kind of pests? And if so, chis be sidered pests?" Sheldon asked. "A: Yes, I'm the best at whatever my job involves. And B: I don't think chis are sidered pests," Bob responded, disappointed. Sheldon lowered his head i, only to raise it again a sed ter. "What about dogs? Dogs are dirty; they eat from the garbage," he said, hoping for a positive response. "I'm sorry, little buddy, but dogs are not sidered pests," Sheldon said, now definitely disappointed. "Well, I tried."

  "So, pest trol, I've heard about the pest problem with the neighbors. Was that why you moved?" Mr. Cooper asked.

  "Yes, a friend of mine had his own pany here, but he couldn't keep up with the amount of work in the restaurants and hotels around the cities. So, he offered me a partnership, and before we k, we're here with a big pany," Bob replied, raising his beer bottle in a jovial toast.

  "Well, thank God for that," Mrs. Cooper responded, "It's thanks to that opportunity that we now know each other," she cluded with a big smile.

  "True," Mom said suddenly, haviurned fr ihroom, "Thank God," she repeated.

  "Speaking of God, who will e to church with me tomorrow?" Mrs. Cooper asked.

  "I 't," Mr. Cooper quickly responded, "I'm meeting with the other coaches."

  "And 't you meet after church?" she asked with a clearly forced smile.

  "No, Mary, I 't meet after church," Mr. Cooper answered, exasperated, as he cut a pieeat on his pte.

  Slightly annoyed by her husband's response, Mrs. Cooper turo the in line in her family, "Geie?"

  "I've got to study my pybook," the teenager replied, winking at his proud father.

  Mrs. Cooper, this time feelied, fixed her gaze oe, making the guests at the table unfortable, except for Teddy, who had been chatting with Missy about unimportant things for a few minutes.

  "I'll go with you, Mom," Sheldon said wheiced that no one would apany his mother.

  This cheered up Mrs. Cooper, and the atmosphere at the table rexed a bit.

  "Why are you going, though? You don't believe in God," Missy suddenly said from her seat at the kids' table.

  "No, but I believe in Mom," Sheldon proudly replied.

  "I'll take that," Mrs. Cooper said happily. "Missy?" she asked, "I 't. Teddy and I were going to..." Mrs. Cooper didn't let her finish as she said, "yoing. Besides, Teddy will probably also go to church, right?" she asked, fog on Amy.

  "No, actually, we don't go to church. Since when, since our wedding day?" Bob replied, also asking his wife.

  "Yes, the st time we were in a church was on our wedding day."

  With a small gasp of surprise, Mrs. Cooper's eyes widened, and avoiding Amy's worried look, she lowered her head and tinued eating.

  The dinner after that proceeded normally. Gee and Bob were the ones who talked the most, promising to watch the uping football games together and maybe have a barbecue someday. Amy and Mary shared memories of their youth as from that time, also promising to meet up for coffee sometime.

  The young ones, oher hand, only spoke a bit among themselves. PJ and Geie didn't have mu on, but being in the same school year and promising to study together for tests gave them a few topics to discuss. Geie tio throw furtive g Teddy throughout the night, who tialking to Missy about teehings. Missy was the one asking most of the questions.

  Feeling excluded by his sister and new friend, Gabe started reading a ic that was quite crumpled, probably kept in one of his pockets.

  Late into the night, Sheldon said, "Mom, it's time to start the bedtime routine. I leave the table?" he asked with his characteristic petunt tone. Mary checked her wristwatd said, "Look at the time, Missy Cooper, it's time to brush your teeth and take a shower. We have to go to church early tomorrow."

  Seeing that the Coopers had to prepare for sleep, the Duns got up from their seats and said goodbye to the family.

  Back at home.

  I was already lying in my bed, waiting fabe to turn off the bedroom light.

  "Why are yuitars on my bed?" Gabe asked, standing in the doorway in his pajamas.

  "I decided that being in a ate, I could start as a new me. If you want them, they're yours," I calmly expio my brother, who seemed surprised by the gesture. Holding one of the guitars and iing it closely, he said, "Really? They're yours, and you never let me touch them?" he asked, incredulous about the gift.

  "Yes, if you want them, they're yours. If not, I could sell them a some money. So, what do you say? You could learn to py, and maybe you'll enjoy it. It's like a tradition. I had a band, and today we learhat Dad had ooo. Now it's your turn to start a band someday."

  I couldn't see Gabe's face; he was sitting oher side of the bed with one of the guitars in his p. Carefully, he set them one by oo his bed and softly said, "Thanks." Theurned off the mp ao bed.

  "You're wele, little brother," I said as I closed my eyes food night's sleep.

  The day, after having breakfast, I approached Bob, atg television from the cou the living room. "Dad, we go get a haircut for me?" I asked. Bob seemed surprised by the question. "Your hair? Yoing to cut your hair? You?" he asked incredulously.

  "Yes, I was thinking that I'd like a new haircut and maybe some new clothes too, to start school tomorrow as a new PJ," I replied.

  "Well, if you say so," he said, turning off the TV aing up from the couch. "Let's go quickly before your mom or Teddy hear that we're going shopping," he said, guidihrough the living room to the front door to leave.

  At the shopping mall, ihe barbershop, the barber was cutting my hair while an old basketball game pyed oelevision. "You have good hair, kid, but you o wash it better. If you keep mistreating it, it won't be long before you end up like your father," the barber said.

  "Hey, the Dun mane has always been a problem for the men in the family. No matter how much you take care of your hair, the genes are much stronger. In fact, I'm surprised that PJ doesn't have any bald spots yet. At his age, my father had already given me my first cap," Bob said, mog his attempt to intimidate his son.

  "Well, if you want to prove that theory wrong, son, use this shampoo, and everything will be fihe barber said, handing me a bottle.

  After leaving the barbershop and on our way to the dist store on the mall's sed floor, Bob seemed annoyed. "That shampoo won't work, PJ. You just allowed that man to rip you off," he said.

  "Well, Dad, I have nothing to lose by trying it. Anyway, the price of the bottle isn't much higher than the regur shampoo prices, and I o buy more. I had very little left," I said, trying to make him uand my point. I'd do everything I could to avoid going bald.

  "Alright, you're right. Just remember not to get your hopes up. I've tried everything, and look at me now," he said, pointing to his head with a smile. We took the escators and quickly reached the sed floor, heading towards the store.

  Ihe dist store, I found everything I needed: good-quality clothes at a spectacur price. I bought new shoes and a wristwatch that was hidden among the shelves, with a great dist. It seemed that either the store employees or another er had hidden it there, intending to buy it ter.

  Bob was telling me about a new species of termite he had read about in a magazine called "Pest trol Specialists," as he referred to it. When we reached the stairs to go down, they were packed with people, as it seemed everyone decided to leave the mall at the same time.

  A few steps below us, there was an elderly woman with a bag full of groceries. Suddenly, the bag burst open, and as she tried to catch the es that were esg, she actally pushed a man who stumbled, triggering a rea that led to a crowd colpsing.

  Screams filled the area, and in the distance, I could hear someone shouting, "Call an ambunce!" People who were already downstairs rushed to help those who had fallen st.

  Determined, Bob and I moved to help with the efforts. I helped lift people, including the woman who had lost her fruits. She was in distress, bming herself for the chaos. "Oh my God, what have I do's all my fault," she said with great .

  "Please, ma'am, everything is fihere's nothing to worry about. Nobody was seriously hurt," I tried to reassure her, but I was wrong. "Help! We need a doctor over here!" someone suddenly yelled close to me.

  On the ground was a young teenager, sweating and i pain, as his fadicated. Beside him, on the floor, was a broken e, and there was a blood stain on his shirt, he pleural cavity*, with bubbles f every time he inhaled.

  "It's a tensiohorax*," I whispered almost unsciously as someone lifted his shirt to see what was happening. He had a wound just below his chest, and with every breath, it filled with bubbles.

  People, obviously frighteried to press on the wound of the young man lying on the floor, who suddenly started breathing rapidly and gasping for short periods of air. Nobody seemed to know what to do.

  I immediately knew what was happening. "He's having an asthma attack!" I shouted quickly. "He must have an inhaler!" The people attending to him searched his clothes and found a broken inhaler in his pants.

  Darn it! If nothing is done, he will die from the pressure in his chest, and the ambunce might not arrive in time. He needs a chest drain to relieve the pressure ahe hole. I won't be able to get one here. I felt panic starting to take ain; the air was being scarce, and all the noise from the people sounded like I was uer. Someone else is going to die, and I won't be able to help. My fists were ched tightly when suddenly, a nail pierced my skin, snappi of my trance. Looking at my hands, I sastic tube rolling near my foot.

  Wait...

  I quickly picked up the tube and ran to a nearby craft store, a few shops from the act. I borrowed some adhesive tape and rushed back to the young man.

  "Excuse me, let me work," I said, pushing away the people who were on the ground. Carefully, I cut a piece of pstid taped it to the young man's chest, creating a makeshift valve tute the pressure and air inside his lungs.

  As I waited, everyone was silent, uo believe that a teenager was attempting to patch the wound. Then, suddenly...

  "huhf, huhf," the young mahed, still with difficulty, but lookier.

  "Incredible, kid," said a man beside me, patting my shoulder. "What's your name?"

  "PJ, sir," I said, mentally exhausted as I moved away from the excited man.

  "You did well, kid. Where did you learn that?" he asked again.

  "I read it in a ic," I lied, recalling Gabe's ic books.

  "In a ic!" the man excimed, surprised. "What ic could teach you..." he was saying until someoerrupted him. "The paramedics have arrived. Clear the way," another voice said.

  Taking advantage of the distra, I slipped away to where Bob had gone.

  "PJ, there you are! Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Sorry for leaving so quickly, son. I went to help the people who . Fortunately, no one was seriously injured," Bob said, panting.

  "Don't worry, Dad, everything's fine," I said to him. "Let's go home." I took the balls he was still holding for me.

  "Okay, PJ, let's get out of here. Let the professionals do their job," Bob said, pointing to the firefighters and paramedi the area.

  In the car, on our way home, I lowered the volume of the musi the old van. "Dad, I remembered something I wao ask you," I said.

  "Go ahead, PJ," Bob responded jovially.

  "Do we have financial problems?" The question seemed to surprise Bob, as he suddenly jerked the steering wheel, causing the van to shake. "No, no, what makes you think that?" he asked, armed. "Well, we bought my clothes at the dist store," I expined, realizing why I was asking. Bob burst out ughing, "Oh, PJ, not at all! We don't have any financial problems. With the sale of the house in Colorado, my new job opportunity, and your mom's job, we live fortably for quite a while. Sure, some extra ine wouldn't hurt, but we're okay, son. You don't have to worry about that," he said, patting my now stylish hair. "If we bought your clothes there, it's because I like to save money."

  Feeling more at ease with his response, I turned up the musie again. I would like to be able to earn more money for my family, but how? Surely, there must be an easy way to make money, especially for someone like me who has a rough idea of what will happen iure, I thought as I gazed out the window, and then...

  "RadioShack."

  And I kneould make money.

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  Glossary

  *Pleural Cavity: Space surrounded by the pleura, which is a thin yer of tissue that covers the lungs and lihe inner wall of the thoracic cavity.

  *Tensiohorax: This occurs when there is a valvur meism that allows air to ehe pleural cavity during inspiration but does not allow it to escape during expiration.

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  Author's thoughts

  Here ends another chapter. Again, I'm not a doctor, and I don't know how many things worked in Ameri the 90s.

  Now, I would like to crify a few things. This chapter is probably filled with information that may not be iing to you, the readers, but I'm adding it to have more substantial tent and not just filler.

  There will be three major arcs (which may be subdivided): adolesce (high school), medical school, and the stage as a doctor. These arcs will have their oearances from series and/or movies (If you have any reendations, I'm all eyes [Is that a tired joke, right?]). Therefore, the story will have many chapters and may be slow at some points (but not b, I hope).

  Will there be roman the story? Yes, there will be, but it might not appear until ter, possibly in the sed or third arc. Again, to crify from the synopsis, there won't be a Harem, but possibly there won't be just oionship throughout the story (only one er retionship).

  If any information I provided in today's chapter is incorrect, I hope you five me a me know so I check if it needs corre.

  Oh, and I'm preparing a Discord (I'm very o that application, but I saw other authors doing it, so I don't want to be left behind), and I'm looking for people who want to moderate the server (obviously, there's no pay, but you'll be pensated with a false sense of power).

  That's all for now. Thank you for reading, and if you find any errors, please let me know so I correct them.

  Edit: I fot to mention that the Cooper's table in the inal series is for 6 people (you see it in the first episode of Young Sheldon). I exte by two more seats for the sake of the plot.