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“You haven’t been to Lucky 32? Girl, where’ve you been? We’ve gotta go there. And then I can introduce you to Jordan who definitely doesn’t get in on frozen food franchising.“ He’d probably kill her if she ever suggested it. “Pizza delivery it is. What pizza do you want?” Scrolling down the local delivery app on her phone, she simultaneously puffs up the pillow behind her head, hoping for more comfort. “Wait, you don’t remember your last meal? Girl, what have you been doing? —You need nutrients. I’m literally going to invite you for dinner and throw lunch at you every day from now on. I’m not a chef-worthy cook but, I don’t burn water either.”
“Now, tell me the latest. What’s been happening?”
“You forget that I never step out of the house unless it’s to go to work or I’m really desperately out of anything consumable at my place.” She hated those run ins that she seemed to have these days now that she actually step foot beyond her threshold. Only because it appeared she’d have to stay longer while her father’s treatment continued seeing as he wasn’t getting any better. “Right, yeah, I mean I know him. Just never had the food,” she clarified. Because while she considered for a moment not clarifying, then she worried if they did ever end up going to Lucky 32 and she was introduced to him, that would be far too awkward. “Depends, do you do pineapple or no?” Addison had never been all that picky with food and she hardly took the time to actually taste what she was eating. She laughed at the disapproval and what she’d call instant mothering that was going on. “So long as I don’t have to do anything. Because that’s more than me so in my eyes, you’re no less than Gordon Ramsey.” There was very little happening in her life which was how Addison preferred to keep it. Away from drama, away from anything related to this town. “Unless you want to hear about fractures, reconstructions and bones, I’m fresh out of the latest. I should be asking you this question.”












