THIRTEEN
Only half listening to Norman's gloating tale of how he'd managed to charge some woman twice what the job was worth without her noticing, Phuong reached for the olive oil, but her fingers wrapped around the neck of the peanut oil bottle. Luckily, she realised her mistake, so she quickly corrected it before Norman could see. She emptied the olive oil bottle over the potatoes and shook it to get the last drops out before adding the pan to the oven. She lowered the empty oil bottle carefully into the recycling bin so the clink didn't interrupt Norman, then jotted cooking oil on the shopping list. Good thing he insisted steak had to be fried in butter, or she'd be in trouble.
She watched the butter melt and added a fat t-bone to the pan, setting the heat to low so it would cook all
