“Take out,” she says, munching on what sounds like potato chips. “You know I don’t cook.”
“You’ve been on your own for like ten years and are fucking engaged, and youstilldon’t know how to cook?”
“Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I have to learn how to cook. But I have to say, Finnie’s gotten pretty good at it. The other night he had us over for Shepard’s Pie. I’ll be honest, despite the crust being harder than a drill sergeant’s nutsack, it was pretty good.”
I hang up and call Tess.
