After depositing the bags in Mrs. K’s kitchen, Vic returned to his apartment with a container full of fresh pierogies she’d given him. As he approached his door, the heavenly scent of baking ham filled his senses; inside the apartment, the smell was almost orgasmic. The previous night, Matt had instructed Vic to fill the bathtub with cold water in which they soaked the ham overnight. Shortly before he left to help Mrs. K, Vic had helped Matt transfer the meat to the oven. It had only been cooking about a half hour but already the smell of its juices made Vic salivate. Maybe he’d eat the pierogies to hold him over for the next five hours. Suddenly dinner seemed so far away.
“Matty?” Vic called as he shrugged out of his thin jacket. Closing the apartment door behind him, he headed for the k
