“This is my favorite flavor. I haven’t had it in forever.” “How come?” “Lennon’s allergic to nuts.” “So you don’t eat them? What if you go out for lunch without her?” “I’d rather avoid them altogether if I’m going to be seeing her. I don’t want to risk her getting sick.” “You’ll be happy when she moves out then, huh? Then you can have your favorite ice cream whenever you want.” I swallow, the ice cream souring in my stomach as I look at my half-eaten cone. “I can get a new favorite flavor.”
