“Do you have another loaf of bread? This one’s expired,” I called out. “Is there mold on it?” Sue yelled back. I pulled out a few slices with my gloved hands, and turned them over to check. “No mold, but I still think I should use a new loaf.” “Honey, use that bread and once you bring my sandwich over, I’ve got a thing or two to tell ya,” she said.
