“I"m a Big Mac girl, and I never pass up the shakes. I"ll take the chocolate.”
The little boy handed the pad back to the girl with his crayoned list. As much as I always loved to draw, Glen used to taunt me by hiding my crayons. He often left notes written in crayon around Sea Scope with clues to where he"d hidden them. He enjoyed the game. During our last summer there, he"d started leaving Aunt Julie his crayon clues after hiding silverware, a book, or piece of jewelry. She"d never gotten too upset over it, but our mother punished him once when he played the trick on her by hiding her favorite sweater. He"d never attempted it with Dad, but I think our father would"ve found it funny.
The woman was placing her family"s order. She read from the scribbled paper her daughter handed her.
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