Excerpt:
“Cassie?”
Cody rubs my back softly.
“Whaaa?”
My room is dark. “What time is it?” I open and close my eyes a couple of times,
trying to get them to work. “I must have fallen asleep.” I turn over and sit
up.
“It’s
around six. Mom was wondering if you want to help with the lobsters. It’s a New
Year’s Eve tradition.”
“Uhhh,
yeah, sure. I just need to wake up a bit.”
He leans
in and places a warm, seductive kiss on my lips.
“Okay.
That’ll do it,” I laugh.
“Come
on,” he says pulling on my hand, half dragging me out of bed.
“Okay,
okay. I’m coming.”
“I’ve
got her!” he yells down the hall.
“Oh,
good,” Jeff says, clapping his hands together as we near the kitchen. “You’re
in for a treat.”
“Cody
said something about helping with lobsters?”
Roxanne
holds up a live lobster. “That’s right!” She wiggles it side to side, making it
dance.
I
chuckle nervously. “Okaaay?”
“Come
around here.” Jeff motions for us to join him. He hands Cody a lobster, then
extends one out to me.
I look
at him like, are you serious?
“Oh,
don’t be such a girl,” Cody teases.
I take
the writhing creature, its leg flexing like a giant spider. “This is so
disgusting,” I squeal. “Take it, take it.” I try to hand it off to Jeff, then
Cody. They both extend their lobster toward me, indicating their hands are
full.
“It’s
okay,” Jeff says. “You’ll get rid of it soon enough. Okay, everybody ready?”
“For
what?” I dare to ask.
“For
hypnotizing them,” Jeff says, like this is the most normal thing ever.
“Ex-cuuuze
me?”
“You
can’t just throw them into a boiling pot of boiling water—they’ll scream,”
Roxanne explains.
“Oh my
god! Who are you people?”
They all
laugh at me.
“Just
put the lobster on its head like this.” Roxanne flips hers upside down on the
newspaper, standing it up on its head, then proceeds to rub its tail from body
to tip.
“You
have got to be kidding me.”
“Stop
being such a wuss,” Cody says. “Just do it!”
I glare
at him as I flip my lobster on its head, its rubber band clasped claws lay
splayed out on the newspaper, like, help me—its little legs flailing in
midair. “This is disgusting.” My face scrunches up as I shudder, completely
repulsed. With one finger, I rub its tail as shown, while keeping my distance.
The lobster calms down.
“Time to
put them in,” Jeff says, walking over to the stove. He lifts the lid off of a
large pot of boiling water and gently sets his in.
“What?
No! This is horrible! It’s totally inhumane! I can’t kill the thing after I’ve
bonded with it!”
Cody
gives me a sideways glance and smirks as he dumps his in, followed by Roxanne.
“It’s
going to die anyway,” Jeff says sympathetically. “It’s been out of water, and
it’s not like you can go throw it back in the ocean.”
“You’ve
eaten lobster before,” Cody says. “How do you think it ends up hot on your
table?”
“This is
rich people food. I’ve never had it before.”
Jeff and
Roxanne exchange a look like, we’re a bunch of insensitive shmucks.
“Sorry,”
I say. “I didn’t mean to be a jerk. I’m sure it will be good.”
“Do you
want me to put it in the pot for you?” Jeff asks.
“Yeah, I
don’t think I can do it.”
I hand
Ed over to him. Yes . . . I’ve already named him.
He
places him in, putting the lid on the big pot, sealing Ed’s fate.
I look
at the pot sadly. Cody puts an arm around my shoulder, squeezing me to him.
“Come on, killer. Let’s go set the table.”
I look
at him, horrified. He laughs his head off, then dodges the punch I throw before
running out of the kitchen.
“Not
funny,” I yell.
1 comments:
sounds like a fun one
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