Tom sputtered and stammered, then laughed an embarrassing laugh. “Um, actually, Doni, I came to talk to your mom.”
Doni stuck out her lip and pouted. “Darn it,” she said. “I was hoping that I’d wake up in the morning and you would be here to have breakfast with us.”
Julie came out of the kitchen, “What’s this about breakfast?”
“I was hoping that Mr. Tom had come for a sleepover and would be here in the morning for breakfast with us.” Doni said innocently.
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