They Tried To Throw Me Out Of My Own Restaurant Until The Chef Stepped In

and you need to stay completely still, because any movement, any flinch, and you burn.

“Yeah,” I said. “The food thing.”

Aunt Janine was watching me from across the table. Not through me or past me or around me: at me. The way you look at a pot that has been on too long and everyone else in the kitchen is ignoring the sound. I looked away, because if continue reading …