Malcolm nodded, slipping Willa into the high chair.
"I do have to be there for this," he conceded. "I just... of course it has to be tomorrow," he said tightly. "It can't be the next day or... or next week."
He could feel his anxiety ramping. He didn't want to ruin the evening. He didn't know when they'd get the next one. He took a breath and closed his eyes a second, letting it out slowly.
"I should be used to Martin Whitly ruining my life," he sighed, sitting in his chair. "Can I cut one of these in half... or, like, a quarter?" he asked gesturing to the corn cobs. "They're huge."
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"I do have to be there for this," he conceded. "I just... of course it has to be tomorrow," he said tightly. "It can't be the next day or... or next week."
He could feel his anxiety ramping. He didn't want to ruin the evening. He didn't know when they'd get the next one. He took a breath and closed his eyes a second, letting it out slowly.
"I should be used to Martin Whitly ruining my life," he sighed, sitting in his chair. "Can I cut one of these in half... or, like, a quarter?" he asked gesturing to the corn cobs. "They're huge."