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Tempted by the scent of food normally forbidden, Tracy bounded out of bed and quickly scuttled down the steps just in time to see her dad carry into the kitchen two plastic bags jammed full of small little cartons.

"You didn't!"

"Oh, I most certainly did." He set them down and started to divvy them up into two piles. "Just because you're on a no gluten, no carb, no MSG, no high fructose whatzit diet of the month doesn't mean me and the kiddo are."

"Suuchi Suuuuchi!" Dashing past Tracy, her much younger brother only a quarter her age made a bee-line for his seat.

"Sushi is Japanese, Riley. This is Chinese."

"What's the difference?" Tilting his head up, the youngling inquired with earnest.

"They're totally different countries, Riles. Geeze, when do they start teaching Geography in your school?" Lingering far longer than she knew she ought to, Tracy continued to eyeball the things their father had ordered for delivery. The Mongolian beef was right out. Protein was good, but just the idea of the heartburn was enough to make her stomach queasy. Maybe she could pick through the shrimp fried rice in hopes the crustaceans weren't too tiny.

"I can name the states!" Excitedly, Riley's blue eyes beamed and he started rattling them off. "Alabama, Alaska... uh, Arizona." Occasionally, he'd have to stop and nod his head yes or no in order for his dad to drop some of the Chinese food onto his plate. "Arkansas, California, Colorado..."

Tracy put her hands to her ears, then rolled her eyes. "Alright, we get it. Call me when you've figured out World Peace, Brainiac." Withdrawing her phone, she quickly drew her finger across the glass.


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