From Writer to Cook in a Single Bound

I’m an early riser; Hubbin is a night owl. Yesterday morning, he came into my office to say good morning to me as I was working on my latest story and clicking away at my keyboard. He read over my shoulder for a moment as I tried to get the ideas from my head to the page.

“What is the bundle on the bed?” he asked.

“It is a severed hand,” I absently responded as I finished my sentence and saved the document. “Ready for breakfast?”

Because he knows me so well by now, he didn’t even blink an eye at my answer.

He grinned.

“Yup!”