Many Beans Necessary

 

 

Adam picked at his food, but wasn’t really eating it.  Myra could feel a bubble of frustration building inside herself.  The pig always ate with a ravenous fury.  Now he sat like some teenaged girl on her first date.  Just picking and poking, but mainly staring into the plate.

“I don’t know, Myra.”

Myra finished her bite of shrimp and took a sip of the Merlot to wash it on down.

“Don’t know what, dear?”





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