“I didn’t realize I’d have company,” I snarked. “Next time I’ll pack my finest caviar.” “I’d settle for drive-through fries. Isn’t there a Wendy’s in Heartsborough now? I’ll buy. Anything you want.” “Thanks, but I have celiac,” I explained, “so I have to be careful about food.” He bit into another baby carrot with a loud snap. “I’m sorry.”
