Bunny admired her bloody apron. “Looks like a Rorschach test,” she giggled. She raised her clever and hacked another cod.
“You’re a crazy-ass cook,” Roxie, the diner dishwasher, said. “You chop those poor creatures like you’re some kind of a serial killer.”
“They remind me of Pete, my ex,” Bunny said. “He worked the docks and brought fish heads home to Louie.”
“That cat eats like a king.”
“Yup.” Bunny picked up a knife and filleted the vertebrate. Her ex fared the same fate when he kicked the feline one day. Bunny giggled, “Louie likes chili, too, the Texas Pete kind.”