#Chapter92

I like you; you like me; we’re one big, happy family

Maggie

Ever since the apple orchard, it’s been tense between Nash and me. We came out of our bedrooms. I glared at him.

“After you,” he said.

“Oh, no, after you.”

“Oh, no. I insist.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“Great.”

“Fantastic.”

*****

Maggie

We faced each other at the breakfast table. The tension between us was palpable. No one said anything. Nixon sat next to Nash while I sat next to Noah.

“Nixon, pass me the syrup, please,” I said even though the syrup was near Nash.

“Ask Nash since it’s right by him.” Nixon gestured at Nash while he...