If you really want to eat that stuff I can tell the cook to make two orders and throw them on the same plate”. Riley just nodded like a kid confirming what he wanted for Christmas with Santa. Helen turned her bright eyes back to Violet with a smile that conveyed sympathy for what she had to put up with, “And I hope you’d like something different?” Violet pointed at something on the menu, “I’ll take this thing. And I’d like to ask you a question on the side”. Helen wrote the order down on her little pad with a pen that seemed to have a small white ribbon dangling off the end, “Before you even have to ask I’ll tell you right now that the meat is real but it’s been sitting frozen in the cook’s fridge for like a year. So when the plate arrives and you wonder about its origins you already know the answer”. Violet cringed as she second guessed her order of Canadian Bangers and Mash, “No. Um, I was going to ask about the woman we spoke to yesterday”. Helen’s face lit up as she remembered, “Oh yes, you rented Poyam’s old place.
