“That’s disgusting.” She looked over the dry, crusty top of her otherwise soggy bun, into the disapproving gray eyes of her dining companion. “You’re just saying that because you’re a doctor.” Justin Wellington – tall, dark and censorious – frowned at the blob of sawmill gravy that dropped onto her plate. “I’m just saying that because I haven’t pickled my brain cells with refined flour, transfats and sodium. And bacon. Let’s not forget the bacon. Take away that slice of lettuce and you’ve basically got fried lard between two pieces of cardboard.” “There’s lettuce on here?” Kathleen took the top off her bun and peered at her sandwich with deep suspicion. “Who puts lettuce on a good chicken fried steak? There.” She dropped the offending vegetable from her fingertips, patted the gravy-laden bacon back into place. “All better.” “My arteries just got second-hand atherosclerosis.”
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