Sloppy Seconds The Tucker Max Leftovers Novels & Stories

He’s wearing a tactical rig over a t-shirt that says Ask Me About My Meat. "Bacon is done. Anyone wants any, grab it now before Max eats the entire pound." Max is sitting at the kitchen island. He doesn’t say anything. He just reaches out, grabs six slices of bacon right off the paper towel, and stuffs half of them into his mouth. I roll my eyes and hit the button on the espresso machine. Chana and Oliver are huddled at the far end of the island, bathed in the blue light of their laptops. They’re speaking in a rapid, irritating language made entirely of acronyms and network protocols.

But the minute she walked into their honeymoon suite, the smell of fries and burgers invaded her senses. ‘Hey babe, I ordered room service.’ Max greeted as he arranged the plates on the coffee table in front of the TV, as they always did when they were still dating and binge-watched one of their shows. ‘I saw you touched none of your food, so I ordered us some burger and fries. I figured nothing could go wrong with that. Oh, and we haven’t seen the last month’s episode of “Almost Human.” There are at least 5 episodes we can watch tonight. Unless you want to watch “Project Runway.”’

“Yes she is and no matter where she stays, that would never change.’ “But the house would be so lonely once they leave.” “Am here am I not.” he feigned to be annoyed. “You know what I mean Desmond." she looked sad suddenly “Once they leave we will begin the tour around the world that I promised you.” “Are you retiring?” “Probably, now let's go check on those granddaughters of ours.’ **************** “I would be having Salad, baked potatoes, and steaks. The steaks should be well cooked.” Elena said to the waiter who jotted down her order

I watched with my own eyes as my husband, Rufus Truman, used the "specially treated" toilet paper prepared by my mother-in-law, Hilda Mane. After he used it, Hilda even went up to him and asked how it felt. Rubbing his backside thoughtfully, Rufus replied, "It's great! The texture is really soft." I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Of course, the texture was good—Hilda had spent over an hour meticulously "selecting" it. She had picked them out of her little packet of "special" toilet paper.

“Yeah. I was just tired and not in the mood for a party” “Maybe you should go see the doctor because I can’t believe you were not in the mood for a party or to be around your crush” “Speak louder will you?” - I whisper shout to her and she laughs. I walk towards the fridge and I grab a bottle of water and some leftover spag bol. I think about putting it into the microwave but I am so hungry that I decide to eat it cold. “That’s just wrong” - my wolf moans “Shut it” - I tell her while I keep eating.

It seemed that the man in front of her, despite all his friendliness and determination, also had his secrets. Suddenly getting up, Joshua broke the melancholy mood, stretched making a lot of noise, and winked at her, playfully. "Now shall we have dinner? I'll fix us something to eat." "It's just that I'm not very hungry.... These cookies have been enough." "More for me, then. But if I were you, I'd eat at least some." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Smiling at my creation, I take a huge bite of it. “Whoa, that was sexy,” Tommy said. I look at him dubiously. The frosting on the side of my mouth and the crumbs on my fingers are hardly sexy. This was a trick I learned to not waste any parts of the food when I was younger. Such things were a rare treat, if I could eat the wrapper, I definitely would. “There’s more where that came from, that one’s a freak,” Charlie said. “What?” Tommy asked. Not yet used to the humor of the group.

He nods his head slowly and leaves the room, I hear him on the phone ordering food. I stay seated and continue to eat my popcorn and watch the movie. After some time, he comes back into the living room but he’s changed into loose sweat pants and a plain t-shirt. He’s carrying a take out bag from our favorite Thai place. It smells amazing, and I’m almost regretting not getting anything. I don’t think I could really enjoy it tonight though. He surprises me by sitting down next to me with his food and starts to eat. We sit silently watching the movie. When the movie ends, he looks over at me with furrowed brows, a look I can’t quite determine the meaning of, and asks me “How was your day?”

I rifle through the bag I brought over to Tucker's. "Pepperoni and pineapple is my favorite." He holds his hands out. "My man." Tucker reaches over, giving him a high five. I lift my nose up in disgust. "I only got the pineapple to make fun of it. Are the two of you both telling me you like pineapple on your pizza?" "How dare you get pineapple just to make fun of it?" Tucker grabs his chest. "You barbarian." "It's so good." Darren nods. "Sweet and salty." Tucker and I look at each other, both of our mouths tilting in secretive smiles. He's too young to know just what's sweet and salty yet. We're in the middle of putting cheese on them when Ella lets out a strong wail.

But the image of the screaming woman came back to me, making me palmed my face and try to keep it all in. "Olga my dear, sorry to bother you. But I need a favor, your cousin. Yes, Maxim the one that also works at an ER. I need him to tend to my friend, no...he couldn't get to a hospital. No... it's the nature of his wounds, I think. I don't want any paper trails...yes, I'll text you the address. Oh and for tomorrow let's move the lunch to dinner? Are you good? Thank you dear....yes, I'll see you tomorrow." Then she hangs up and went to my kitchen, and get me a glass of water.