"Hey, y'all!"
I turned and grinned at Buddy as he walked into the cafeteria. He stopped and dropped his lunch bag onto the table with a thud.
"Damn, dude, what did Rita pack for you today?" George laughed. George, Ethel, and I leaned forward as Buddy unzipped the bag and began pulling out plastic containers filled to the brim with food.
Eric walked over and sniffed the air. "Mm mm...pulled pork?"
Buddy glanced up. "Yup. You and your big ass nose figured it out as usual," he chuckled. The rest of us groaned. "How the hell...?" George complained. He turned his dark eyes toward me, and I shrugged in response.
Eric pumped his arm in the air and stuck a paper plate in front of Buddy. "Fill 'er up, my man," he crowed.
Buddy pulled the cover off the top container and the smell of smoked por
