Edward looked really worried. "Dad, how could it be food poisoning? We all had the same thing and we're totally fine."
Something seemed to click in his mind, and his eyes suddenly shot over to Leslie.
"The soup! My dad's the only one who had that soup tonight-and you're the one who served it to him! Leslie, do you hold some grudge against him or what? Did you mess with the soup?"
Edward was used to being pushy, and now he thought he had a point, the more he talked, the more convinced he became.
He jabbed a finger at Leslie and said, word by word, "Leslie, did you drug my dad's soup?"
Broderick swatted Edward's hand away, hard.
He hated it when people pointed fingers at him-or at Leslie-no exceptions.
Leslie looked a little startled and instinctively moved closer to B
