So, I cut his roast chicken. Into little square edibles. When I looked up, he wore a puzzled expression, a little worried but seriously amused.
I drew my eyes back down to where mangled bits of poultry lay in a pile on my husband’s plate.
“Hmmm,” he commented. “Maybe you need a day off.”…
andrew brucato
I have been on the chicken end of the story. So grateful for those Ladies that did the cutting! Thanks, Silvia for cutting up some spiritual food for us.
Sylvia A Schroeder
Thanks Andy!