“Dave and I are not speaking,” said Deborah.
“Well, I hope it blows over,” said Flower. “I am still your friend even though you kill harmless animals and eat them. What you two argue about is probably nothing compared to that.”
Deborah, are we getting General Tso’s chicken for dinner?” asked Ami. “I like it because it was named after a butcher.”
“We are going to get some supper, Flower,” said Deborah. “You are free to join us.”
“No, my uncle is taking me out for vegetarian tonight.”
Deborah felt a slight trickle of pee leak into her pull-up at the mention of the terrorist, but she managed to control herself. She did feel slightly damp. “Let’s go Ami. I’m hungry.”
“I’ll see you later tonight,” said Flower.