Chapter 16
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.
Nash picked up the bottle of syrup
