Luna is patting her sandwich. “Love pats add extra flavor.” I grin, licking mayo off my finger. “Is that so?” I rinse the knife off in the sink. “Did the sandwich tell you?” “I’m not proficient in the sandwich language, unfortunately, but love pats tend to bring joy, not misery.” “You’re telling me,” I wipe my hands on a dish rag, and I pat my finished sandwich a couple times.
