บท 39: Chapter 39: Eggplant for Thanksgiving

After we toked, drank wine and talked into the wee hours of the morning, I suggested Rachel sleep in my room while I crashed on the couch. It was the right thing to do. As the morning sun leaked through the beaded curtains, clanging pots and pans awoke me from a fitful slumber. A strange and pungent odor lingered. I rose and shuffled into the kitchen to see what it was. Ali, at the range, was sautéing what appeared to be purple brain matter.

"What are you frying dude? It's stinks to high heaven!" I asked.

"Eggplant!” He replied.

"Smells awful and looks disgusting. Who’s going to eat this this shit?” I continued.

“We are!”

“Not me, hey, where's Blondie?” I asked.

"She’s in the shower and her name is Shandra,” he replied, as he breaded another piece of rotted flesh.

"So…how did it go?” I queried.

“A gentleman never tells, but at least now, I know she’s a natural blond!"

"OH, didn’t need to know that.” I replied.