The kitchen door swung open, and Griffin trotted inside, holding a plate with a sandwich on it. Gabe was behind him. “Excuse me,” Griffin sang. “I believe I ordered my sandwich with truffle mayonnaise. This tastes like regular mayonnaise.” Nick was still staring at Riley, his left eye twitching. “This ain’t no diner, bub,” Mrs. Penny said to Griffin. “You want truffle mayo, you gotta cough up the cash for it.” Griffin sighed and pulled out his money clip. “Fine. How much does mayonnaise cost? Forty dollars?” Mrs. Penny snatched the twenties out of his hand and pocketed them. “Who wants to go
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