Bob
“Oranges or tiny biscuits?”
“Tiny biscuits.”
“Really? Even after being diagnosed as a pre-diabetic?”
“You asked me a question, and I answered it!”
“It was a trick question!”
“If you wanted me to eat oranges, why not bring me a bowl of oranges?”
“Because I don’t want to force them on you! I wanted you to want them for yourself.”
“It’s oranges Su! No one picks oranges over tiny biscuits.”
“People who want to stay alive for the people they love do.”
I opened and closed my mouth successively. Has any man in history ever won an argument about food with his woman? It seems unlikely. I mean, how does a conversation go from “what do you want to eat” to “you are going to die” in less than thirty seconds? I pulled my chair back and approached Sue, who was slicing an apple furiously
