"That's right, sweetheart, the coffee can I told you to never touch." Because he had the good stuff, I finish the sentence for him in my head. "You touched it. Now I want it back."
"It's in..." I pause, but too late to pretend. I'm dead either way. It's risky if I tell Mario and stupid too, but it also might get them away from me long enough for me to make it out the front door. "In the kitchen."
"See Benny, that's how you get s**t done with women. Bring her with us." Mario leaves the couch headed toward the kitchen.
Benny reaches down, but I stick my hands out, silently promising to come along without a fight. We cross into the kitchen. Mario opens and slams cupboard doors, most of them still empty. I haven't had time to replace the dishes since Benny's last visit. He mutters to himsel
