He carries the potatoes over and dumps them on the counter. “Nah, just these guys.” He lifts the first one. “Don’t kill me. I just want to provide for my family.” And a second. “Family? What family? No one even likes you, Bill.” Benny grabs a knife from the drawer and lets out an evil cackle. “You’re at my mercy now.” He hacks into the vegetables, and I watch the side of his face, wondering how, how this is the man I’m fancying.
