“I’m sleep-deprived, not demented, for God’s sake. I’d remember going to a*****e and spending half my monthly paycheck on food.” I reach out to take a block of cheese from the middle shelf and turn it to get a better view. It’s one of those fancy, moldy varieties. “There’s even a huge package of Gorgonzola there. Posh burglars.”
“You’re serious?”
“Of course I’m serious.” I throw the cheese back on the shelf and slam the fridge closed. “I’m calling the police.”
“To tell them what?”
Shit. She has a point, they’d only laugh. “Do you think it was David?”
“Your ex? I thought he left for India with his yoga group when you two broke up. Man, that guy was super strange, and obsessed with food. I can totally imagine him sneaking into your place.”
“Jesus. I was certain I got the extra keys bac
