Page 94 of Flaunt
“It’s not funny. I have a hard time eating meat if I think about it.”
Fuck. I frown, thinking back to the cute little chirps in the box. “Well, we’re not eating chicken.”
She giggles.
My phone goes off as Sara digs through the bacon. I answer it instead of paying too much attention to what she’s doing. I love bacon too much to think about it. I can’t quit bacon.
Foxx: Mom said you were at the grocery store.
Me: Yup.
Foxx: If I call there, will you pick up a key for me?
What?My fingers fly across the screen.
Me: You lost another key? That’s highly irresponsible of you. You really need to get your shit together.
Foxx: Is that a yes?
Me: I’m going to need you to promise me that you’ll do better. I can’t keep cleaning up your mistakes, Foxx. Some of us have a life too—lives a little more transparent than yours—but lives anyway.
Foxx: Never mind.
Me: I’LL GET IT. Damn.
Foxx: Thank you.
Foxx has silenced notifications.
“Well, isn’t that interesting,”I say as we enter the cheese section. I take packages of Muenster, Cheddar, Provolone Unsmoked, Colby Jack, and Havarti off the shelf and dump them in the cart. “Foxx lost another key.”
“Another one?”
“That’s what he said. Make sure I get it before we leave, okay?”
She nods. “Yeah. But do you need all that cheese? What on earth will you do with all of it?”
“Eat it.”
“On what?”
I look at her like she’s dense. “Usually my hand around two in the morning, but sometimes I put it on bread with a little ham.” I make a face. “Not turkey. Do you know how many kinds of turkey there are?”
Something hits me and I gasp.
“What?” she asks, stopping the cart.
“Turkey is an actual cousin to chicken.Fuck. I can’t eat that now either.”
She shakes her head again.
“I thought I was fucking Jess by getting those little shits, but I think I was fucking me,” I say.
“No,Iwas fucking you. You screwed yourself over.”
I smile wickedly at her. “I like this side of you.”
“From behind?” She looks at me over her shoulder. “I like it too.”
