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    He was stopped mid-way by someone.


    It was Linda’s assistant, Teresa Cruz.


    “It really is you.” Teresa was not alone. Pointing at the car, she said, “Linda’s waiting in the car. I came to buy her donuts.”


    She sighed deeply. “Linda wanted the paczki, but they were gone by the time I arrived. You know how particr she is. She refuses to eat anything else.”


    The assistant continuedining, “The morning shoot is extremely hectic. If Linda doesn’t eat anything, how can she handle it?”


    Suddenly, she paused, noticing Eric.


    She looked at the paper bag in his hand. “Mr. Flynn, are you here for donuts too?”


    “Yes.”


    A look of difort appeared on Eric’s face, with Hadley just a few steps behind him.


    “What variety did you get?” asked the assistant, her tone light but probing.


    Eric did not respond, looking troubled. Teresa had already seen thebel on the bag.


    “Paczki.”


    “Are those paczki?”


    For the first time, Eric hated the clearbeling at Grandma’s Kitchen.


    It was bing annoying.


    “Teresa?”


    Linda, apparently impatient, had exited the car, her sunsses and mask on, searching for her assistant.


    “Why is it taking so long to get some donuts?” Then she noticed Eric and Hadley.


    “Eric, Hadley—are you guys here for breakfast?”


    “Yes.”


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    “Linda,” Teresa quickly interjected. “The paczki are all taken, but Mr. Flynn managed to get some.”


    As she said this, Teresa gave Eric a meaningful look.


    The implication was clear. He should offer them to Linda.


    Linda looked puzzled. “Really? But you don’t even like those, right?” Linda had known Eric well since they grew up together.


    “Why would Eric buy them?” she wondered.


    Suddenly, it made sense.


    Linda’s intuition red. “Wait, who did you get them for?”


    With a light tone, Linda smiled. “For Hadley, huh?”


    “Yes.” Eric nodded in confirmation. “She was up all night caring for Grandma and hasn’t eaten yet.”


    “That makes sense,” Linda replied, still smiling.


    “Go ahead, Hadley, eat before they cool off. I need to head to the set.” Before Eric could reply, Linda pulled her assistant’s arm. “We should go now.”


    “But Linda!” Teresained. “Why didn’t you ask Mr. Flynn to give them to you? He would have agreed if you had asked!”


    “You talk too much. Let’s go.”


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