“Do you have the time for me to zip home and change my shirt?” Danny asked once Ammaji was ensconced in the shotgun seat of the BMW.
“We’ll make time,” she said. “I know people at this market. It won’t do for you to be covered in gravy.”
“Chili,” Danny clarified.
“Were you eating it on a pogo stick?”
“I got…agitated,” Danny explained. “Aaron Schwartz is like a brother to me, and like any good family member, he knows how to push my buttons.”
“He’s not Ashok’s competition, is he?”
“Certainly not!” Danny exclaimed. “He’s made his bed, he can lie in it.”
“Ah,” she said. “A former lover.”
Danny rolled his eyes. “Even that’s a wild exaggeration. Let’s say he’s an old crush.”
Ammaji nodded. “You have a very diverse palate.”
Danny laughed. “I guess I do.” They pulled into the circular dr
