Chapter Twenty-Two
"You hate it, don't you?"
Jules watched as David’s mouth worked. His right cheek puffed out as he chewed the tofu she’d fried up for him with oil and the available spices. Lips pursing, David’s right cheek hollowed as he shifted the bite of food to the left side of his mouth and continued to chew.
“It’s not bad,” he said, his throat working as he tried to swallow. He tried to lift the corners of his mouth into a grin, but he grimaced instead. He coughed, pounding on his chest. The bite stayed down. David lifted his head, grin firmly in place with his triumph.
“If you liked it,” she said, not bothering to hide the suspicion in her tone, “then why not have another bite.”
Jules forked a bite of the spongy dish onto her own fork. She raised it to her husband's mouth, ai
