Page 151 of Papa's Bébé


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He glanced back at the animals. Gummy was fast asleep and he couldn’t see Tank so he thought he might be the same. Berry had her back to him. But Dougie was still sitting up, panting heavily.

“Does Dougie ever run out of energy?” he asked.

“Not that I’ve seen. Dougie, you want some ice cream?” she asked. “One woof for yes. Two for hell yes.”

Woof-Woof!

“That means hell yes!”

“Just because Dougie likes to bark doesn’t mean we’re all getting ice cream.”

“Please,” she begged. “We have to stop to get the food for dinner. Why can’t we get ice cream too? Please. Pretty please with a cherry on top. I’ll even do all the dishes tonight.”

“You’re off dishes duty,” he told her. Her punishment had ended.

“Yeah, which must mean I really want ice cream.”

He glanced over to find she had her hands together, staring up at him with a pout on her lips and blinking her eyes rapidly.

Yeah, it would take a stronger man than him to say no to that face.

“All right, Spitfire. You can have ice cream.”

“Yay! Yay!”

They stopped and got ice cream. She even grabbed some in cups for Big Berry and Tank who weren’t keen on getting out of the car.

“I can’t believe you mixed those flavors together,” Matthieu said as she finished up her ice cream in the car.

“What? Why? What’s wrong with having cherry and coffee together?”

“I don’t know, it just doesn’t seem right.”

“Well, neither is getting vanilla.” She nodded to his tub which was almost empty. “I mean who gets vanilla? Serial killers. That’s who.”

“Why would serial killers get vanilla?” he asked as he started the car.

“Duh. Because they want to blend in.”

“Seriously?”

“Uh-huh. I thought everyone knew that,” she told him.

“Well, it seems I’m just ignorant then.”

“Don’t worry. Stick with me and I’ll teach you everything that you need to know.”

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Too bad she didn’t know how to cook.

Maya stared at the rice in horror. Why was it so wet? She’d drained it and now it looked kind of . . . mushy. How had she managed to mess it up so badly? She’d thought it was easy. Put it in water and boil.

Oh, well, once she put the chili on top you wouldn’t see the rice, right?

There. That looked kind of edible.

Hopefully, the chili tasted good. It looked okay. She’d added plenty of chili powder. That could only make it taste better, right?