Chapter 166
- Martin gestured grandly at the table laden with boxes of crispy fried chicken, mounds of buttery mashed potatoes, biscuits, and other picnic fare. “We were talking about food, you nutters! This glorious chicken, to be exact.”
- The revelation hit the women like a ton of bricks.
- Rosie’s face flushed a brilliant crimson, slowly lowering the rolling pin, suddenly feeling very foolish.