ELEVEN
If she'd been a bourbon drinker, Phuong would have downed a whole bottle happily. As it was, they only had beer and it wasn't exactly a breakfast food.
Phuong had managed to stay away from her messages for thirty-five hours, until Norman had insisted on pancakes for breakfast.
"You're useless in the kitchen. These are nothing like my mum used to make. These aren't fit for dogs!" Norman shook the offending pancake in her face before dropping it in the bin. It didn't matter that every other identical pancake she'd made had been eaten with grunts of what she'd assumed were approval. Today, they weren't good enough. "You better not mess up dinner, or I'll throw you out of the house and find someone better!"
He closed the door behind him and ground the key in the deadlock, effectiv
