"Not necessarily, it just requires a good fillet knife." She did have one back in the meat department at the supermarket. And a descaler. "I'll clean one of these and bring it over later." She promised.
Maryanne's eyebrows shot up. "That woke her up?" There hadn't been anyone else in her dream. Just the asshole himself. "We'll find him one day Steve. And I'll bite his arm off just for that." She nodded toward his broken one. "Is it a compound or just a fracture?" She'd had so many over the years.