so each kid got enough.

Still… I always made one extra plate.

The first time I brought it to Arthur’s house, he barely opened the door.

“I didn’t ask for charity,” he grumbled.

“Good, because I didn’t ask if you wanted it.”

He took the plate anyway, and the next morning, it was empty.

That became our routine, but Arthur didn’t get nicer—not really.

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