“I didn't want Morgan mad at me. "It's just that Isabel told me you'd probably bring in deviled eggs today."She just looked at me."So it was kind of funny."She wasn't smiling."When you did," I finished. "Forget it. I'm sorry."She sighed and moved the spoons. "Oh, I'm sorry too." She leaned back against the coffee machine. "It's just that Mark left early, and things didn't go the way I wanted them to." She paused. "And I always make deviled eggs when I'm upset. I mean, I guess it is kind of funny....""No," I said solemnly "It isn't." Norman ambled out of the kitchen, heading toward the storeroom. He came to a sudden, whiplash kind of stop when he saw the eggs."Hey!" he said. "Those deviled eggs?""Yes," Morgan said quietly."With paprika?"Morgan nodded.Norman lifted up the edge of the cling wrap, examining the rows and rows of perfect half-eggs underneath. "Wow."They did smell good."Can I, uh, have one?" Norman asked Morgan, who just129keeping the mooncovered her eyes with her hand and nodded.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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