Epilogue
“Hot, hot, hot!”
David Porco tossed the sizzling piece of bacon from one hand to another. The grease singed the fingers of first his right and then left hand, and so he popped the strip of sweet meat into his mouth.
“Ow -hot.” Chew. “Hiss -hot.” Chew.
“What do you expect, Porco?” said Mac. “You pulled it straight out of the frying pan.”
“Worth it,” said Porco. Bacon was his first love. It had narrowly won that position after a long hard-fought battle with honeyed ham. Though Porco often cheated on bacon and ham with pork chops. A little bit of fire was nothing to keep the man from his calling.
Mac shook his head as he regarded his friend, but he smiled as he sipped at his steaming cup of coffee. His gaze didn’t linger for long on Porco. It slid to his wife.
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