Chapter 27
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I send her a text early in the evening.
Malone: Is Vietnamese still your favorite cuisine? Or would you prefer Thai or Italian?
Sloane: I love Italian. I’m a complete sucker for pasta. I’ll pretty much do anything for noodles.
Malone: Just as a reminder—you don’t need to do anything. I’ll be doing all the work. And the ordering. And the everything.
Sloane: I thought you were going to cook.
Malone: Considering I’m all about playing to one’s
strengths, I’m going to show off some of my other skills.
Sloane: And those are?
Malone: My ability to order from the finest restaurants in this city. Arrive hungry.
Sloane: Obviously. I thought we made that crystal clear. I’m incredibly hungry. Starving, you might say. For something in particular.
Sloane: By the way, what can I bring? Wine? Dessert? Batteries? The silver dolphin? A feather tickler? Rope? Crisco?
Malone: Crisco. Lots of Crisco.
Sloane: Stopping by Costco now.
Malone: And to answer your question, you can bring anything you want that makes you feel good. That’s the thing, Sloane—this isn’t about me telling you what to do or showing you how your body works. This is about you feeling incredible, and whatever you need to feel that way is what you should get.
Sloane: You say things like that and . . .
Malone: And what?
Sloane: And it makes me swoon.
Malone: Then I’m doing it right. But maybe save the swooning for when you get here, because then I can catch you.