2.5 - Neighborly Cookies

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​I caught up with my mom in the cereal aisle. She was meticulously scanning her coupons and matching them with boxes on the shelves.

​I slid up next to her. She didn't turn to look at me, but she did say, "He was nice." Her voice was leading and begged me to agree.

​I didn't. "Was he?" My mom wasn't stupid. She had to have realized how rude he was.

​"I think he's very sweet." She didn't.

​I didn't say anything. I knew she would scold me for disagreeing, even if it was the truth.

​"We should invite their family for dinner."

​"I don't think that's a good idea," I said without really having a reason to back it up.

​"I think it'd be nice. They're new to the neighborhood. They don't know anybody. It'd be a nice welcome for them."

​"Can't you just take them cookies?" I countered, my voice slightly pleading.

​"Now Aubree, that's not very neighborly.

​"It was neighborly enough for the McCallisters," I mumbled.

​Either she didn't hear me, or she pretended not to. She just scanned the pile of coupons in her hands thumbing through them methodically.

​"Do you see this brand?" she asked, extending one of the small snips of newspaper out toward me.

​I glanced at the coupon, but didn't really read it.

"Are we almost done?" I asked with an edge of impatience.

​"You know we still have Smith's and then Costco."

​I sighed.

​"In a hurry to get somewhere?" she asked with an undertone of suspicion.

​I actually was in a hurry to meet up with Quinn, but I wasn't about to say that. The small lecture I received this morning was nothing compared to what I knew she could deliver.

​Instead I pushed the coupon back toward her and pointed to the shelf. "It's that one."

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