Greediest guestsApril 8, 2011
She stared at the pin-thick bones strewn across the ballroom floor. She had spent months planning this day, and now everyone she loved most was crying, fighting or both.
I wish to apologize for the disaster, said the banquet captain. I have no idea why everyone rushed toward the salmon–there was perfectly good prime rib at the other table.
She looked across to where a chef still held carving knife and fork. She marched over and demanded a slice of the roast’s rarest part, determined to take pleasure in the blood left behind on her white china plate.