I sliced into the steak and popped it into my mouth. It was tender, juicy, practically melted as I bit down, and the flavor was amazing. I cut another piece while eavesdropping on Grandpa Franco and Damon discussing the conglomerate. Grandma chimed occasionally to share her perspective.
It’s straightforward and absolute.
I’d rather not share my opinion, to be honest. I don’t really have anything to contribute. It was not my concern, and I’m not familiar with the topic at hand. So, I’ll just do what I used to do at fancy parties back in my teenage years—eat, eat, and eat some more.
But I was aware of what they were saying as well.
I grabbed a couple of vegetables, another chunk of meat, and popped it into my mouth. I chewed it all over again. I'm really starving! That wine really got my
