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.<br /><i>What does the breast part look like? I think I’ve got it upside-down.</i> <br />“The fuck?” Frank says.<br />“He’s talking about the turkey.”<br />“Oh. Jesus. I mean…good.”<br />“Jem knows what human breasts look like.”<br />Frank shudders. “I can’t deal with this,” he mutters and stalks away.