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Right?
“What does that mean?” he asked, confused as to why it had to go away. Piggy was his favorite snack.
Ham.
Chops.
Bacon.
Prosciutto.
Everyone knew what was coming.
Oh, he was going to be pissy.
“After you remove a gallbladder, high, fatty foods will make you shit your britches. So you eliminate them. The way you pound bacon, that’s not going to be fun.”
He gasped.
They all found that amusing.
“You had better be lying to me,” Charlie said. “I like fat. Fat is my friend. That’s how I can go hours between eating since my daughter likes starving me when we work cases.”
Sue her.
There were times she didn’t have a chance to eat, so she survived on coffee, sex, and sarcasm.
Because he looked as if they were bullshitting him, Tony showed him his phone because he’d looked it up to prove it.
“Yeah, no more fat.”
Charlie closed his eyes.
“Why did you have to do me dirty like that, gallbladder? What did I do to you? I gave you a warm, moist place to hang out, and all you had to do was let me eat the bacon!”
Well, if anything, Charlie was amusing.
Know who wasn’t amused?
His man.
Sam was direct and to the point.
“Well, you did it to yourself. It’s your atrocious diet where you shove bacon and burgers down your gullet at breakneck speed whenever you think I’m not paying attention. Don’t think I don’t know that you and Tony are sneaking food when I’m not up your ass, Charlie. I know you have him bringing you bacon burgers.”
At that, Tony looked around—for an exit because the jig was up, and he was caught.
Chris opted to save the man.
“Let’s go get Elizabeth a change of clothes,” he said, wanting to give Elizabeth and Sam a moment with him.
Tony thought that was a good idea.
Sam played with scalpels.
“I love you, Dad,” he said, hugging his new father. “Can I ask the doctor to see your gallbladder after it’s out? I can get it put in a jar for you.”
Elizabeth, Sam, and Charlie stared at him.
