“Okay, half cheese, half the works,”Sal echoes the order in his thick accent. “And to drink?”“White milk,”Nolan declares as he sits up on his knees and hovers over the dough for leverage. “White milk?”I ask. Mia shakes her head through a smile, looking between Sal and myself. “He means plain milk. Not chocolate. It’s how he’s been saying it lately.”“Daddy says milk will help me get big muscles like him.”He looks across the table, tilting his head up to see me underneath his hat. “Do you dwink white milk too, Uncle Weed? For youwr muscles?”“Yeah, of course.”I look up at Sal. “I’ll have a root beer.”A foot connects with my shin underneath the table, and I drop my eyes to Mia who’s exaggerating her stare and officially confusing the hell out of me. “What?”I silently ask, holding my hands out. It’s then I look back to Nolan and see his eyes still on me, wide and unsure. Ah. Got it. I look up at Sal. “On second thought, I think I’ll do white milk too. I wouldn’t dare drink anything else with pizza.”Nolan grins and resumes hitting his tiny fists into the dough.
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