What is it?”
“We spit-roasted your friend out back. xxx And I agree. Steph! What CAN we do?”
I walk around Megan to the door and fail to turn the knob. She said she was glad it was me doing it instead of them.”
“Hmm… The oil heats to a bubble surprisingly quickly. Maybe. I’m trusted to wash and shave myself with the guy who would’ve cleaned me watching. If not, you get seconds.”
Between her sobs, Megan responds, “Go to hell! I don’t have to be a cook or an executioner. I hope the police get here just in time for whichever way you want tomorrow to go.”
I’m taken aback by Steph’s outburst. Three plates of meat, pre-cut into bites. She’s mostly bones, with a little meat left. Grilled, honey roasted in the oven, spit-roasted… The recipe is
Actors:
Bella Mur / Mr. Anderson
