Gemma invited Joe to the French Restaurant, ‘Appétit Inhabituelle’ to celebrate their anniversary. “They’re known for their ambience and ‘unusual’ delicacies!”
“Whatever,” he mumbled.
Sneering behind him, she brightened to a smile when he turned. Abused women react this way.
The Host seated Gemma by candlelight, served her Champagne, escorting Joe elsewhere. She heard squealing over the violins, then nothing more.
Her entreé arrived. “Bon Appétit!”
The Host lifted Joe’s scalp by the hair, puffs of steam curled out. Inhaling, he smelled delicious. She dipped her spoon, sipping a soupçon of his brains, smiling, though his terrified eyes tasted très bien!