Enough, it turned out, was more elastic than I thought. It stretched in directions I had not accounted for. It could cover one more plate without anyone going hungry. It could cover one more person without making the rest of us smaller.
The next day, Sam and Lizie came through the back door in the late afternoon with the particular noise that two teenagers make when something funny has happened between them and they have not finished laughing about it yet.
“Mom, what’s for dinner?”
“Rice and whatever I can stretch,” I said.
And I set out four plates.
I didn’t think about it. I just did it.
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