PART II
Hello again, honey.
No one got peed on today, much to Jordan’s relief.
A few days ago, I did get to watch Colt’s face when he sank his teeth into an appetizer Macklin prepared, though.
My God, you would have laughed. The treat admittedly appeared very tasty.
Like a small cracker with something fried on top, and then something white and what looked like radish.
Colt was clearly preoccupied, so he didn’t think twice—despite Macklin’s latest reputation around the house.
Colt stuck the little morsel into his mouth.
Chewed once or twice, then slowed down as it dawned on him.
As the flavors spread. A pinch of what the fuck flitted by, and then the fuck me sideways, this is nasty.
He chewed a couple more times before he promptly shook his head and went to spit it out.
It turned out to be toast with apple butter, fried octopus, horseradish whip, and a candied strawberry.
We miss you so much.