My phone buzzes in my shirt pocket, and Frank takes a step back to let me answer it. I’ve got another text from Jem.
What does the breast part look like? I think I’ve got it upside-down.
“The fuck?” Frank says.
“He’s talking about the turkey.”
“Oh. Jesus. I mean…good.”
“Jem knows what human breasts look like.”
Frank shudders. “I can’t deal with this,” he mutters and stalks away.