It was almost three by the time they returned to East Gladness. Everyone helped unload the boxes, which, to no one’s surprise, were full of salads. There were four tiny muffins shoved in the corner of a box of dressing packets. “I knew it!” Wayne said. “Every damn time. It’s a scam, man. I don’t know why we even do this shit anymore.” And he proceeded to carve up a meat loaf for everyone while Russia started making his corn bread and chicken skin sandwiches.
