“I thought you might like some company tonight after that hit. I even got the recipe for Cody’s Mawmaw’s get-well-soon casserole and tweaked it a little so Sonja doesn’t kill me. It’s in the oven.” “I’m injured,” Alex says grumpily, “not sick.” “You better be appreciative of my efforts, or I’ll be making a funeral casserole, Mr. Price.”
