Chaotic Obsession
His next stop was the Chinese takeout spot a few doors down.
He ordered what he remembered her loving—sesame chicken, extra spicy, with white rice—and a side of egg rolls. For himself, he kept it simple. Beef and broccoli, nothing greasy. And then, without even hesitating, he asked for a kid’s chicken nugget Happy Meal from the McDonald’s next door.
The girl behind the counter looked confused. “We don’t have those here.”
He chuckled. “Nah, I know. I’ll be right back.”
Five minutes later, he was juggling a paper bag of Chinese food, a Happy Meal with extra ketchup, a bouquet of flowers that kept slipping from under his arm, and a plastic bag of toys he could barely hold onto.
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