#Chapter646

Miscommunication

Matthew

I thought about what Presley said at Christmas. I came downstairs after showering to see Dad cooking. I walked over to the baking sheet and snatched a pepperoni from the uncooked pizza.

Dad gave me a look. “Do you mind?” He asked.

“Nope,” I said, smiling, then walking to the fridge. I opened the door and grabbed a bottled water from it, then closed it. Ma came into the house from the back door, carrying bags.

Dad looked at Ma. “Did you buy the entire store?” He asked.

“No, but I kept finding things that look good,” Ma answered, grinning.

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