Well, Papa and Charlie, the two live crew, are out wrangling us up some supper. I decided on chicken fingers. I was talking to Dad on the phone as they drove through the drive-thru.
“Goddammit John, we’ve got to get Andrew the chicken strips!” Charlie exclaimed to my father as dad laughed.
“You’re getting the chicken meal from hell,” my father told me laughing again over the matter.
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