“Did you have a stroke or something?” Leo is watching me watch the chicken. “No, just calculating. I think we’ll take these, so we’re not paying for the bones.” I grab two packages of boneless breasts. Leo grabs a package of ground turkey. “Do you need this for your gross meatloaf?” “Not on a Friday. Ground turkey goes on sale on Sundays. Almost always.” “Huh,” he says. “When do we buy steaks?” “Around Christmas.”
