“The jalapeño grits sound good,” Ruthie said, sounding bored. “The crab cake benedict too.” “No. Get something else,” I said, shifting to stare across the table at my sister. “Em’s allergic to shellfish.” “Oh—I’m sorry,” Ruthie said, dropping the hardened cynic stare for once. “I totally forgot about that.” “No, it’s okay. I’ll be fine as long as we keep the crab on one side of the table,” Emme said. “At a minimum, you’ll start coughing.” I leaned around Emme to grab her purse off the bench. “Actually, where’s your EpiPen? I want to know where to find it if I need it.” When I unzipped the
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