Tugging on a pair of pants, I opened it. Sugar was on the other side, her apron stained a rainbow of colors & charred around the edges.
“So, I’m not saying we need to call the fire department, but maybe there’s some other emergency service we could call like the Small Kitchen Fire But It’s Out department? Is that a thing?”
“Yeah,” I said. “That’s a department. It’s called takeout. You pick the menu.”
— Jan 24, 2024 08:17AM
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