custom, they’ll even mix that up too.”
“You mean bubble gum, and cotton candy, and
cherry?”
“I’m not sure. We could ask.”
Tildy looks very happy with herself. She picks up one
of the menus and stares at it. She can’t really read yet, I mean,
she can recognize words and all, but the details are probably
going to be over her head, seeing as she’s only going into first
grade this fall, but there are plenty of pictures. It only takes her
a second to find the big heaping stack of pancakes with fruit
and whipped cream.
“I want this!”
“Sweetheart, that’s a lot of food. I think you’ll be full
with a quarter of a shake.”
“You said I could have whatever I want though.”
“How about I get that and you get the shake and we
can split the plate?”
“Okay.” Tildy finds that acceptable.
I look over at Steph guiltily. “Sorry,” I half whisper.
“My mom and dad were supposed to be babysitting, but they
were both busy today.”
“Meemaw has a hair appointment that she can’t
reschedule because that’s her special time and Peepaw has
golfing.”
“There you have it.” I sit back and fold up the menu.
Good lord, I need a coffee in the worst way.
Steph laughs. The sound goes a long way in dispelling
the u
nderlying stress knotting up the muscles at my neck.
“That’s fine. It’s all good. It’s a nice morning and this place