He peeled her an orange on Thursday mornings.
She would sit in the middle seat next to him (backseat with Cole who was too engrossed by his phone (texting his girlfriend(s)) to notice), and he’d sneak her slices as if each were a secret.
It was his dad’s car (an old Subaru Outback that’d seen desert and woodland and mountains, all sorts of terrain, etc.), so he felt fine eating in the car (This is Thursday carpool).