CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Friends that CurlJerry released a dramatic sigh and ran a fingernail around the rim of his mug. “A decadence free hot chocolate and a carb-less cookie.” He repeated Langdon’s sentence with the hint of a grimace. “Thank you,” he added with reluctance.
“Thanks.” Kit reached for hers and gave Langdon a warm smile. “For the drink and for safeguarding my curves. I don’t know why my mind goes straight to food when I’m distressed.” She glanced sideways at the parishioner as he folded his newspaper and left, grateful that Jerry hadn’t introduced them while she had a terrible case of frizz.
“I have a theory on why we reach for carbs.” Langdon leaned forward in his seat opposite Kit. “Psychologists think there are two figures on our shoulders, an angel and a demon. I’m conclu
