QUOTE : Did you two have an argument?” He gave his daughter a look. “No, we did not. Finish your supper.” He was sure Abigail was looking at him now. A fine sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead. He wished the meal were over. Why had he loaded down his plate? And why had he initiated the clean-your-plate rule with Maddy? “ ’Cause it was just like this last summer when Miss Greta and Mr. Pee Wee had that argument over his new truck. They wouldn’t even look at each—” Wade gave Maddy a stern look. “What . . . ?” Maddy’s eyes widened. Abigail’s lips twitched. He pressed his lips together, drilled Maddy with a look. “Eat your supper.” Maddy looked contrite. “Sorry.