“Uh….”
“Never mind. What is all this?”
“Uh….” He looked blank for a moment and then seemed to recall what he’d been saying. “I don’t know what Portia is thinking to let you feed her, but I’m going to make damn sure you don’t poison her.” The vitriol had left his words, and I was willing to bet that pissed him off.
“Oh?”
“I’ve brought everything you’re going to need for a good dinner, including directions on how to cook the turkey and put the dinner together so everything comes to the table at the right time and the right temperature.”
“Your confidence in my ability to provide a decent meal for Quinn and his mother underwhelms me.”
“f**k you.”
I was tempted to tell him that was Quinn’s privilege, but that wasn’t any of his business.
“Look, Vincent. I don’t trust you any farther than
