Jacinta took the eggs from her furled apron and hurled them at the hen-house wall.
“Soufflé,” she muttered, “I’ll give him soufflé.”
This was a lie; she wouldn’t be giving him soufflé. The yolks slithering down the hen-house were testament to that. The fact that she had hurled something from a furled thing wasn’t lost on her, either. This was war.
She had met Kevin on organichumans.com, a dating website for singles with an environmental leaning, and she’d thought he was perfect. Handsome, but on the wane; solvent but not rich (rich was too exhausting); had been married (good enough for someone else) and divorced (too good for them); outdoorsy and an animal lover; perfect.
On the first date, he’d told her she was a goddess. He paid for dinner at the best raw place in town (there was nothing Kevin didn’t know about an enzyme). He drove her all the way home – four miles from anywhere – and when he came in for dandelion coffee he didn’t laugh at her loom; he said he had been wondering all night if they couldn’t possibly weave some dreams together? It was a cheesy line, but Jacinta liked cheese. She was thinking of getting into it, and had already bought a goat.
Kevin stayed that first night. Jacinta was much too old to make coy, but very excited about making breakfast. Besides, Kevin seemed genuinely impressed with her hen.
To be continued…if you email me that you’d like to hear more about organichumans
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