Bitter Taffy
“Rico stood up, bussed his table a little, and was ready when Finn tapped on the horn.
“Uhm,” he said, looking around, but Mari and Mr. Stewart were busy working what had turned into the lunch rush. Mari gave him a distracted wave, so he left more money on the table and trotted across the boardwalk and down the stairs to hop into Finn’s minivan.
“Did you get lunch?” Finn asked without even a preamble.
“Uh, no. Still sort of floating in coffee.” Finn nodded. “Yeah, I get that. You lose time when you’re trying to do your homework there—at least I do. Anyway, I’ll take you home, you can eat lunch and crash, and then Adam and I will bring home dinner tonight.” “Where are you going?” Rico asked through a yawn.
“Dad needs me there to help in the afternoon. Mari was supposed to do it, but I guess she got a call about her kid being sick at day care, so, you know, we’re doing this now.” Rico laughed a little, feeling helpless.
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