Chapter 171 Slow As Molasses
- Abby
- “Shit!” I call out, tossing the soggy spinach into the trash. “Wet. All of it.”
- My ingredients got wet from the mini-flood—almost all of them, at least. I’ll have to buy new ingredients, and in this city, driving is slower than walking. Before Anton or John can utter a word, I’m already bolting out of the restaurant and down the street.