So, I am away for one Saturday afternoon. One single lunchtime. Hearth-father makes lunch, and what do you know? Everyone's eating vegetables.
Because he was on Masterchef once, briefly, five years ago, he thinks he can just waltz in and do this:
And he did a 'grand piano' for Gertie because she didn't want monster burgers like her brothers.
I officially throw in the apron.
Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates