#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.