ssary anymore; I'd learned to deal with things
on my own。 At least; that's what I'd thought。 Until now。
She touched my arm and said; “Bryce; tell me。 What is it?”
I hopped up to sit on the counter; then took a deep breath and said; “It's about Juli's eggs。”
“About her … eggs?”
“Yeah。 Remember that whole chicken…hen…salmonella disaster?”
“That was quite a while ago; but sure…。”
“Well; what you don't know is that Juli didn't bring eggs over just that once。 She's been
bringing them over every week…or about that; anyway。”
“She has? Why didn't I know about this?”
“Well; I was afraid Dad would get mad at me for not telling her we didn't want them; so I
started intercepting them。 I'd see her ing; get to her
before she rang the bell; and then I'd toss them in the trash before anyone knew she'd been
here。”
“Oh; Bryce!”
“Well; I kept thinking they'd stop! How long can a stupid chicken lay eggs?”
“But I take it they have stopped?”
“Yeah。 As of l