Chapter 142

**Mateo**

The car smells like warm chips and sunshine. My tummy is rumbling because everything smells so good, and the box in my lap has a picture of a chicken on it. It’s my box. Sissy said so. I pick up one of the nuggets and it’s still hot, but not too hot, and when I bite it, it’s soft and crunchy all at once. I’ve never had food that crunches like that before. I take another big bite and the