“Like, the honey ones. Or regular, but honey would be amazing.”
“Did you check my cabinet?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, well, then I don’t. I can text and ask someone?”
“I’d love you forever,” she jokes.
I grab my phone and send a text I never imagined myself typing, but here we are.
Me: Someonetell me they have graham crackers in their pantry.
Addison: S’mores this late?
Me: No, Karissa’s latest craving.
Jesse: Oh, I remember that phase. We still have about5jars of cake frosting if that interests her.
Ella: Way to rat me out, Jess.
Jesse: Why aren’t you working?
Ella: I’m pumping in a triage room.
Mason: Well, I’m trying to sleep, in case anyone cares…
Me: I just need graham crackers.
Mom: I don’t have graham crackers, but you could spread a thin layer of honey on another cracker?
Dad:Cody, don’t be a lazy ass, go get her some.
Me: 45 minutes to Minot and then back? The craving will be gone by then.
Ella: I can get them on my way home. I work until 6 though.
Me: Would owe you one.
Mason: Alright, perfect, it’s settled, now everyone go to bed.
One by one, they all send “good night” texts just to tick off Mason, and I finally toss my phone back on the side table.
“Ella will get you some on her way home, but Mom said to spread honey on a cracker,” I tell Karissa. Her eyes light up, like that’s the best idea anyone’s ever had. She hurries to the kitchen and I get up to go see what she thinks of that concoction.
I stay at the doorway, leaning against the frame. She spreads honey on a saltine cracker. She looks like her mouth is practically watering as she lifts it to her lips. One little laugh escapes when she sees me, then she follows it with the first bite, eyebrows shooting up like she just discovered gold.
“Now that isgood,” she says, reaching for another. “Better than a graham cracker.”
I laugh under my breath and pull my phone back out to cancel with Ella. Sure enough, Mason’s got something grumpy to say when everyone chimes in. I don’t even respond this time, just smile and shut the screen off.
“Alright, have fun with all that. Night,” I say, turning back toward my room.
“You know…” she calls out. I pause and glance over my shoulder.
She’s licking honey off her thumb and snapping the lid shut on the bottle.
“What’s that?” I ask.
