‘Catch it…Quick!’ She squealed.
He snatched up the grasshopper and held it, dangling between his fingers. ‘What do you want with this ugly thing?’
‘Just keep ‘hold of it and come on.’ She rushed him inside the building and up to their apartment. ‘Don’t let go of it.’
He stood between the kitchen area and the living room area of the dinky efficiency apartment, watching her grab a skillet, throw in some butter, and set the heat to high.
‘Seriously?’ He asked as he put two and two together.
She paused, lid at the ready. ‘Oh, yeah, tastes like chicken.’
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