Kung Pao
Jonathan Greer
He’s never been out this like this before, Edna whined. Oh, I hope he’s ok. I should never have got Mr. Big de-clawed. What if he got into a fight?
A waiter began placing entrees on the table.
She began to cry. Barbara hushed her. Here, she said, Have more tea, it’ll cheer you up. Sir, would you bring more of that lovely tea?
The waiter nodded and left.
The food steamed in front of them. What did you get, Barbara asked, trying to take Edna’s mind off her missing pet.
Kung pao chicken. It’s simply divine, you must try it!
She took a bite, and grimaced. The sound of a breaking tooth was unmistakable. She spit out something hard and shiny into her napkin.
My word, said Edna, grabbing the metal object. Her face went pale. It was a small brass tag, etched with the words ‘Mr. Big.’
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