Flint lifts a quilted bag. “Peace offering,” he grunts. “Cyanide and local poison berries?” “Homemade meatloaf, scalloped potatoes, and green beans.” He cooks! I give up on discussing with my vagina how This is not happening and also He probably got takeout and then put it in a bag to make it look like he cooked and let her do whatever it is she’s going to do.
