Ten for One

“What is the deal with French fries?”

She knew her brother was trying to get her attention away from her phone. Yet another topic to make her look across the table at his order. “Uh huh.”

“It’s… a salt potato. What a miracle.”

Her high score was coming up. She just needed to concentrate.

“You like them.”

She felt the fry poke into her cheek, then fold over immediately. Not a crispy fry, but one still soft. Her favorite. She opened her mouth.

“Thought so.” He prodded the corner of her mouth, but didn’t place it in. She tried to move her head a little, without turning her eyes.

Then she got ten fries. She coughed. “Really?”

Her brother shrugged, but her high score remained untouched.

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