One ice cream in a Mickey Mouse bowl for Ben.
One ice cream in a pink bowl for Maeve.
And one ice cream for …
“Whoa! I’m definitely not having any,” Charlie said, staring down at the number on his meter.
He showed me the 480 regrettably – like it was an F on a math test.
I peeled down his sweat pants and saw loops of bloody tubing. Charlie didn’t scream at the sight of it. Instead, he ran over to show Maeve, who was chipping away at her vanilla fudge ripple.
“Ew!” she said.





