4 GRIFFIN Three years ago“Griff, are you home?” Kristen calls out as she enters the apartment we share.
“Yeah, in here,” I say from where I’m working at the kitchen counter. I’ve spent the last hour assembling a casserole dish of mushroom-and-spinach lasagna.
“Oh my God, that looks amazing.”
She pauses beside me, gazing down into the dish that I’ve carefully layered with cheese, noodles, and marinara sauce. Cooking isn’t something I do regularly so it’s obvious she’s impressed.
“Mmm, is it vegetarian?” she asks, stealing a sautéed mushroom from the pan and popping it into her mouth.
“Of course.” I grin at her, my strange non-meat-eating sister. But, hey, since for the most part, she buys the groceries around here, it would be a major d**k move not to accommodate her wishes—even if I m
