“Fork you, Kyle," she said and took a bite of her duck, chewing it with deliberate slowness. "Fork yourself, Lanie," he replied, irritated by her rant. She got quiet for a minute, swallowed, and then said barely above a whisper,… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share Image
“If you think you’re doing some charity work with me… something altruistic by taking pity on poor little Lanie, get over it now, mister—” Her fork flew right out of her hand, past Kyle’s shoulder. She sat there for a… — M.K. Schiller Copy Share Image
