She nodded.
“He said you always got this one.”
That was strange, because strawberry shortcake bars actually were my favorite when I was a kid.
But I figured Ellie must have mentioned it somehow.
“Did you tell him my name?”
“No.”
“Did you tell him I used to eat those?”
“No.”
That bothered me enough that the next time I heard the truck, I went outside with her.
The driver was probably in his late fifties or early sixties.