Chapter 85: Do Your Thing

Tabitha walks the little plate to the table where Bennett dropped Liam's backpack and sits down to help him get arranged into his chair. She pulls out a single napkin from the dispenser placed in the windowsill because Pearl doesn't like it taking up her tabletop. It's a good thought, but I'm pretty sure we'll need a lot more napkins by the time he's done. I have nightmares about the last time he ate chocolate around me and cleaning it off with sea water.

It takes him longer than I expected to finish off both of his sweets. Twenty minutes later he finishes the second, his body pumped full of sugar as he scribbles frantically in his coloring book. Tabitha took him to the back to color on my prep table to contain the jitters when we worried he'd knock over his chair from all the bouncing. His lifetime supply of cookies may be regulated to one a day from here on out.

I will forever look at doughnuts in a completely new way from this point on. They are no longer chocolatey goodness, bu