05-06-2020, 03:12 AM
Alec tossed the chicken and raised his hands in the air. "Have at it," he replied answering one of his dozen questions.
He took a knife to the chicken, wondering it it was possible to sever the vocal chords without actually slitting his throat.
"And I'm a writer, not a professor." He wasnt going to give him the satisfaction of telling he had been a professor...but had quit...to be a writer.
He seasoned and salted the bird and put in into his tiny oven. "There's a loaf of fresh bread in the pantry if you want to cut that up too."
He took a knife to the chicken, wondering it it was possible to sever the vocal chords without actually slitting his throat.
"And I'm a writer, not a professor." He wasnt going to give him the satisfaction of telling he had been a professor...but had quit...to be a writer.
He seasoned and salted the bird and put in into his tiny oven. "There's a loaf of fresh bread in the pantry if you want to cut that up too."