Asher stared at the message on his phone and a slow, sly grin crept onto his face. An idea, mischievous and daring, sparked in his mind. He leaned back on the couch and tapped quickly on the screen to call the number.
"Hey, Dummy," he said as soon as Abner picked up. "Are you sure that woman is actually making soup for your dad?"
"Yeah," Abner whispered, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. "I heard her talking to Grandma. The soup is almost ready. You have to help me mess this up."
Asher chuckled under his breath, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Here’s what you do. Go to the Murphy family’s infirmary. You know those pills that make a man lose control? Grab one. Crush it up and mix just a little into the soup."
Silence.
"Wait," Abner said slowly. "Are you trying to tr
