Under the Whispering Door

by T.J. Klune

“Mei!” Wallace shouted. “Bring back the knife!” Mei burst through the doors again, now carrying a knife in each hand. “No knives!” Hugo barked. She turned around and stalked back into the kitchen.

I need to stick my thermometer in many things.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Wow,” Wallace said. “That’s sexual harassment. We’re going to sue him. We’re going to sue him for everything he’s worth, just you wait and see. I’ll draft up the papers just as soon as—oh. Right. I’m dead. Goddammit. Don’t let him stick his thermometer in your baked goods!”