My daughter asked if she could have another cookie, and I felt my pulse quicken. Another cookie? I didn’t know she’d had the first. “Oh, yeah,” my uncle said. “I thought it was OK. They were no-bake, made without flour or eggs, so she should be fine, right?” No. Those cookies had peanut butter. I wouldn’t have even let her hold one in her hand to pass to a cousin.
Feeling close to panic, I examined Meg for the symptoms I’d seen on her two previous exposures. I listened for wheezing or shortness of breath, which she’d suffered the second time