LEAH
I am sorry about your father. I wish we arrived sooner to save him and catch the real culprit.”
Tamara waved her hand, brushing it off like the pain wasn’t still evident in her eyes.
“Things happen, I guess.”
“Are you hungry? Maybe food would take your pain for a while?”
I thought about the meal she bought for me. My taste buds wanted more of that delicacy. What did she call it again? Bacon had cheese, too; there was something else. Bug, no not a bug, budder? That explains why it tasted so good.
“Bacon cheese budders.”
Tamara and Eloise passed me amused glances like I had said something out of the ordinary and maybe funny. They cracked and snickered.
“Cheeseburger, you mean.”
Oh, burger. I should’ve thought about that well enough.
“I’ll place an order,” Eloise said, wiggling
