““Peter’s first comment was, “I hate Mexican food.” Donna said, “Peter,” in a warning voice. But I added my two cents worth, “Me, too.” Peter looked at me sideways, as if he didn’t trust my show of solidarity with him. “Really?” I nodded. “Really.” “Ted picked the restaurant,” he said. “Think he did it just to be irritating?” I asked. Peter was looking directly at me, eyes a little wide. “Yeah, I do.” I nodded. “Me, too.” Donna had an open-mouthed astonished look on her face. “Peter, Anita.” She turned to Edward. “What are we going to do with the two of them?””
