“That’s nice, but it’s not what I asked.” I take the plate he had dished up for me from his trembling hand.
“What did you ask again?”
His friend, an Asian woman standing next door, gapes at him like she’s ready to call out the men in the white coats. She gives me a perfectly composed smile, calm. “Josh isn’t new. None of us are. We’ve been volunteering here for the past couple years. We just must have missed each other. Brownie?” She slides one up and out of the pan and offers it.
I take it and wink at Tat Boy.
He just stares into that tortilla pie they were serving. I think he was snickering, but I can’t tell for sure. I move away to find a seat.
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JOSH
“What’s wrong with you?” Sheryl whispered furiously, leaning close to make sure she got her fury—along with a little spittle—pre
