Destiny Falls

A nice stir fry was what the doctor ordered. Not some broccoli rabe shit, no, Christopher wanted straight up broccoli. Didn't care if that shit was organic, either. Nancy had been on his case all day about paperwork and missing vials of pills...whatever. Now he was riding a little high, just a little, with a serious case of the hungries.

For broccoli.

So far, he'd only found some string beans and a bunch of zucchini.