At Jackie’s nod, she took a careful bite, then apparently finding its taste satisfactory, took a bigger bite. She wriggled in her seat while she chewed, her eyes focused on her mother, obviously about to make a statement.
After finally swallowing, she said eagerly, “When it’s my birthday, can we have my party here instead of at the pizza place? My friends and I can all dress up and have pots of tea. I’m going to be eleven, after all.”
“That’s coming up, isn’t it?” Haley asked. “March something?”
“Twentieth,” Erica said. “And instead of seeing a movie we could do something more grown-up.”
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