Kasey stood on one of the dining room chairs, directing Evan as he filled their plates with spaghetti. “That’s too much, Daddy!” she said with a laugh. “You can’t eat that many. Put some back.”
Evan grinned at her and scooped up a large spoonful of the pasta. “How’s that?”
She frowned at the plate, picked up one long noodle, and stuck it in her mouth. It dangled down her chin. “Help.”
Evan held the noodle out as she slurped it up between her lips, and when he touched her nose with the tip of it, she giggled. “That’s good enough,” she told him, pointing at his plate. “It’s time to eat now. Did you turn off the TV?”
Evan set the pot of noodles aside. “Yeah, I did—”
Suddenly the doorbell rang, echoing through the townhouse and startling them both. He wasn’t expecting company.
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