Food for Thought
‘Well, she sounds great. I can’t wait to meet her.’ Beth Cooper absentmindedly stirred the soup on the stove while holding the phone to her ear, genuinely happy for her friend. ‘Don’t get me wrong here,’ Mark protested. ‘Emily’s not my girlfriend.’ ‘Oh, of course not,’ Beth teased, drawing out each word in mock innocence. ‘You regularly spend whole conversations describing every detail of all of your friends to me.’ ‘Hey, I’m not saying that should the opportunity present itself, that I...