K: How many steaks did you cook?
D: I cooked whatever was in the packet. So what was that?
K: Four. But you ate one and The Boy and I split the other one.
D: So what’s the problem?
K: There’s only one left. You don’t think… I mean, the plate is still on the counter. It looks untouched.
D: He’s good. He’s very, very good. Slowly, slowly over the edge of the counter.
K: But there wasn’t even juice on the counter. Damn. No wonder he wasn’t hungry the next morning. Nothing like a 16 oz. ribeye to fill you up to the gills. Especially when you probably swallowed it whole.Share on Facebook