Carlos’ heart somehow softened when he saw Piggy’s dejected look.

Turning down this little girl would be a dick move. He turned to Debbie and said, “I haven’t eaten yet. Go home and cook.”

Debbie rolled her eyes and snapped, “Okay, and..

Carlos’ face darkened. He even felt a Little wronged. ‘What’s wrong with her? She gave up easy. Is that it, then?”

Kicking those thoughts around his skull, Carlos decided to act. In a feigned sad voice, he told Piggy, “Evelyn, I’m starving. I need to go home and have supper.”

Piggy was cleverer than children her age, and she realized that her mom wasn’t willing to cook for Carlos. She blinked her innocent eyes and pleaded, “Mom, please cook spaghetti for me. I want to eat it.”

Debbie was at a loss whether to cry or to laugh. Her daughter was so sneaky.

She walked towards the building

Carlos’ neck and said cheerfully, “Uncle Carlos, Mommy

her

“Nice job!”

but curse inwardly, ‘Carlos, you said you wanted a son. But now

on the seventh floor. A family of three and a dog walked out. When they entered the apartment,

had supper.

don’t think spaghetti is enough for him,

fridge and then saw the frozen wontons

better cook some of these as

that she took out all of her toys to

and kept chatting with

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