Chapter92

#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 ate.

/"I don’t want to ask Nash. I asked you,/" I spoke through gritted to him.

/"Fine. Nash, pass Maggie the syrup,/" Nixon said.

I sat there, waiting.