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the grace boys rarely got candy growing up because their dad didn't want them to be "spoiled," so he never let them have anything extra. in all fairness, they didn't have a lot of money, but what constituted "extra" seemed to be up to dad's sole discretion. candy was extra; so was colt's medication when he stopped having symptoms (he started seizing again the same week); so were ryland's glasses when they got stomped on by a bully (the cracks through the lenses gave him headaches even worse than he usually got from not wearing them).
court couldn't do everything he wished he could for them; he was still just a child, no matter how little he acted like one. but he could do candy. once a week he'd take the twins to the corner store and let them pick one thing each. ryland liked fruit flavors, colt liked chocolate. when dad grounded the twins for whatever imaginary sin they'd committed this time, court still went by the corner store for sour skittles and reese's cups and secreted them into the twins' room. their favorites.
now ryland's alone in a spaceship with pounds of sour skittles, wondering why they taste like love. and why he craves peanut butter.