As Marcus followed the spitting and spattering sounds of frying, his nose started sniffing automatically, taking in corn meal and herbs. “Smells good”, he thought. “She needs my help.”
Patti, his new wife, was battering the next round of catfish. “Hey hun, how was your nap?”
“Lovely. May I propose that you use flour with the batter? It’ll taste better.”
She flashed a quick irritated smile. “You may. But corn meal it is. Might I suggest that you set the table?”
“You can. But how about you listen to my suggestion…”
“And you can turn around and exit my kitchen.”
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