The next day, I let Amanda, Allen, Andrew, and Tony come up for lunch after making sure they knew I was craving barbequed meat. They arrived with some of the best BBQ in town and Allen had a jar of pickles, as a joke, but I actually ate them with my ribs smothered in sauce. Now they were laughing at me because they knew these babies were going to force me to be eating things I HATED because of who their father was. I’m not a pickle fan nor do I like ribs or BBQ sauce for that matter, but that was what I was craving and that is what I ate. Lucky for me, none of them were wearing any scent to send my stomach back into chaos. As we ate, we talked about how things had happened and what they wanted to do to make it up to me. I tried to get them to see that wasn’t necessary but they insist
