"As a matter of fact, Little White Dog of My Heart, it IS pistachio ice cream. Dad had to pickup gift certificates from I Scream Ice Cream and Bill remembered it is your favorite. He talked dad into bringing some home just for you. It smells wonderful and is full of pistachios."
"May I have a bite?" she politely asked. Across the room, the others were queuing up around Steve to share bites of vanilla. I held the bowl for her to daintily lick the greenness. For several minutes there was nothing but the quiet sound of slurping in the room.
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