“Um,” I say. “Should I…?” Andrew pushes back his chair and grabs Cecelia’s plate from the table. “Okay, I’ll make you some chicken nuggets.” I follow Andrew back into the kitchen, apologizing profusely. He just laughs. “Don’t worry about it. Cecelia is obsessed with chicken, and especially chicken nuggets. We could be dining at the fanciest restaurant in Long Island, and she’ll order chicken nuggets.” My shoulders relax a bit. “You don’t have to do this. I can make her chicken nuggets.” Andrew lays her plate down on the kitchen counter and wags a finger at me. “Oh, but I do. If you’re going to
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