CHAPTER 10
The next morning Lary finds herself in the meat aisle of Marcino Bros. Groceteria adjusting her blue and rhinestone pointy glasses, a joke gift from Pumpkin that comes in handy when she runs out of contacts, which is frequently. She burps loudly and realizes it’s from the mess of burnt eggs she had consumed before heading out.
So far in her basket she has a package of chicken, a slab of lean hamburger, turkey legs, pork chops, lamb chops, two Cornish hens, a pepper steak, and a couple of sirloins. As she eyes the bacon lineup, she remembers the book insists on Canadian bacon.
She wonders if Americans ever think about what Canadians call Canadian bacon.
“Pardon me, madam.” The voice is familiar. A bear paw covered in hot pink leather reaches across her for the filets.
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